Tread Softly! All The Earth Is Holy

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

I Have No Wit, No Words, No Tears; My Heart Within Me Like A Stone Is Numb'd Too Much For Hopes Or Fears; Look Right, Look Left, I Dwell Alone; I Lift Mine Eyes, But Dimm'd With Grief No Everlasting Hills I See; My Life Is In The Falling Leaf: O Jesus, Quicken Me.

A Man Is Ever Apt To Contemplate Himself Out Of All Proportion To His Surroundings.

The Lilies Say: Behold How We Preach Without Words Of Purity.

Hurt No Living Thing: Ladybird, Nor Butterfly, Nor Moth With Dusty Wing.