Do Not Measure God's Mind By Your

Her Heart - Like Every Heart, If Only Its Fallen Sides Were Cleared Away - Was An Inexhaustible Fountain Of Love: She Loved Everything She Saw.

A Condition Which Of Declension Would Indicate A Devil, May Of Growth Indicate A Saint.

I Write, Not For Children,but For The Child-like, Whether They Be Of Five, Or Fifty, Or Seventy-five.

A Perfect Faith Would Lift Us Absolutely Above Fear

All That Is Not God Is Death.