Bee Not Idle And You Shall Not

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Do Not Wait; The Time Will Never Be 'just Right.' Start Where You Stand, And Work With Whatever Tools You May Have At Your Command, And Better Tools Will Be Found As You Go Along.

The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body Many.

A Holy Habit Clenseth Not A Foule Soule.

Man Is One World, And Hath / Another To Attend Him.