The Nighttime Of The Body Is The

For Still I See That Forethought Spares Afterthought And After-sorrow.

Human Relations Are Built On Feeling, Not On Reason Or Knowledge. And Feeling Is Not An Exact Science; Like All Spiritual Qualities, It Has The Vagueness Of Greatness About It.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

A Little Misgiving In The Beginning Of Things, Means Much Regret In The End Of Them.

Perhaps When The Light Of Heaven Shows Us Clearly The Pitfalls And Dangers Of The Earth Road That Led To The Heavenly City, Our Sweetest Songs Of Gratitude Will Be Not For The Troubles We Have Conquered, But For Those We Have Escaped.