Don't Look Where You Fall, But Where

No Grief Has A Right To Immortality. That Ground Belongs To Joy, To Hope, To Faith.

Death Is The Dropping Of The Flower, That The Fruit May Swell.

Some People Think Black Is The Color Of Heaven, And That The More They Can Make Their Faces Look Like Midnight, The More Evidence They Have Of Grace. But God, Who Made The Sun And The Flowers, Never Sent Me To Proclaim To You Such A Lie As That.

A Traitor Is Good Fruit To Hang From The Boughs Of The Tree Of Liberty.

When There Is Love In The Heart, There Are Rainbows In The Eyes, Which Cover Every Black Cloud With Gorgeous Hues.