Tact Is The Unsaid Part Of What

Who Seeks For Heaven Alone To Save His Soul, May Keep The Path, But Will Not Reach The Goal; While He Who Walks In Love May Wander Far, Yet God Will Bring Him Where The Blessed Are.

If All The Skies Were Sunshine Our Faces Would Be Fain To Feel Once More Upon Them The Cooling Splash Of Rain. If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence, To Break The Endless Song If Life Were Always Merry, Our Souls Would Seek Relief, And Rest From Weary Laughter In The Quiet Arms Of Grief.

We May Be Able To Tell How Many Stars Are In The Milky Way; We May Be Able To Count The Petals Of Every Flower, And Number The Bones Of Every Bird; But Unless Faith Leads Us To A Deeper Understanding, A More Reverent Comprehension Of The Significance Of The Universe, God Can Be No More Pleased With Our Knowledge Than The Painter Is Pleased With The Fly Which Touches His Picture With Its Feelers, And Sips The Varnish From The Surface, And Dies Without Dreaming Of The Meaning, Thought, Feeling, Embodied In The Colors.

The Strength Of Your Life Is Measured By The Strength Of Your Will.

It Is With Rivers As It Is With People: The Greatest Are Not Always The Most Agreeable Nor The Best To Live With.