Where Did You Come From, Baby Dear?

Which Of Us Is Other Than A Secret To All But God!

If There Be A God And One Has Never Sought Him, It Will Be Small Consolation To Remember That One Could Not Get Proof Of His Existence.

It Is Not The High Summer Alone That Is God's. The Winter Also Is His. And Into His Winter He Came To Visit Us. And All Man's Winters Are His - The Winter Of Our Poverty, The Winter Of Our Sorrow, The Winter Of Our Unhappiness - Even 'the Winter Of Our Discontent.

There Are Women Who Fly Their Falcons At Any Game, Little Birds And All.

No Man Has The Mind Of Christ, Except Him Who Makes It His Business To Obey Him.