All Understanding Begins In Wonder!

Happy Is It, Indeed, For Me That My Heart Is Capable Of Feeling The Same Simple And Innocent Pleasure As The Peasant Whose Table Is Covered With Food Of His Own Rearing, And Who Not Only Enjoys His Meal, But Remembers With Delight The Happy Days And Sunny Mornings When He Planted It, The Soft Evenings When He Watered It, And The Pleasure He Experienced In Watching Its Daily Growth.

Seldom In The Business And Transactions Of Ordinary Life, Do We Find The Sympathy We Want.

Let There Be Truth Between Us.

It Is The Nature Of Grace Always To Fill Spaces That Have Been Empty.

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.