The Holy Spirit Of The Spring Is

You Can't Live On Amusement. It Is The Froth On Water - An Inch Deep And Then The Mud.

And In Thy Own Sermon, Thou That The Sparrow Falls Dost Allow, It Shall Not Cause Me Any Alarm; For Neither So Comes The Bird To Harm, Seeing Our Father, Thou Hast Said, Is By The Sparrow's Dying Bed; Therefore It Is A Blessed Place, And The Sparrow In High Grace.

If We Knew As Much About Heaven As God Does, We Would Clap Our Hands Every Time A Christian Dies.

The Time For Speaking Seldom Arrives, The Time For Being Never Departs.

For When Is The Child The Ideal Child In Our Eyes And To Our Hearts? Is It Not When With Gentle Hand He Takes His Father By The Beard, And Turns That Father's Face Up To His Brothers And Sisters To Kiss? When Even The Lovely Selfishness Of Love-seeking Has Vanished, And The Heart Is Absorbed In Loving?