What Broke In A Man When He

Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools.

The Truth Is, Our Civilization Is Not Christian; It Is A Tragic Compound Of Great Ideal And Fearful Practice, Of Loving Charity And Fearful Clutching Of Possessions.

And Were Your Back As Broad As Heaven, And Your Purse Full Of Gold, And Did Your Compassion Reach From Here To Hell Itself, There Is Nothing You Can Do.

There Is A Lovely Road That Runs From Ixopo Into The Hills.

When A Deep Injury Is Done Us, We Never Recover Until We Forgive.