Lord, Teach Me To Know You, And

When All Is Said And Done, Is There Any More Wonderful Sight, Any Moment When Man's Reason Is Nearer To Some Sort Of Contact With The Nature Of The World Than The Sowing Of Seeds, The Planting Of Cuttings, The Transplanting Of Shrubs Or The Grafting Of Slips?

For In Our Hope We Are Saved.

Why Is It That Man Desires To Be Made Sad, Beholding Doleful And Tragical Things, Which Yet Himself Would By No Means Suffer?

A Wanton Eye Is A Messenger Of An Unchaste Heart.

What Is Grace? I Know Until You Ask Me; When You Ask Me, I Do Not Know.