I Wear The Key Of Memory, And

I Have Seen That Every One Forgives Much In Themselves That They Find Unpardonable In Other People.

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.

Perhaps When The Light Of Heaven Shows Us Clearly The Pitfalls And Dangers Of The Earth Road That Led To The Heavenly City, Our Sweetest Songs Of Gratitude Will Be Not For The Troubles We Have Conquered, But For Those We Have Escaped.

Solitude Is Such A Potential Thing. We Hear Voices In Solitude, We Never Hear In The Hurry And Turmoil Of Life; We Receive Counsels And Comforts, We Get Under No Other Condition.

Human Relations Are Built On Feeling, Not On Reason Or Knowledge. And Feeling Is Not An Exact Science; Like All Spiritual Qualities, It Has The Vagueness Of Greatness About It.