There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.

How Narrow Is The Vision That Exalts The Busyness Of The Ant Above The Singing Of The Grasshopper.

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.

God Has Created Several Doors Which Open Onto Truth. He Opens Them To All Those Who Knock On Them With The Hand Of Faith.