He (god) Loves What I Shall Be.

If It Were Not For The Outside World, We Would Have No Inside World To Understand Things By. Least Of All Could We Understand God Without These Millions Of Sights And Sounds And Scents And Motions, Weaving Their Endless Harmonies. They Come Out Of His Heart To Let Us Know A Little Of What Is In It.

What Does God Want Me To Do?”, Not “what Will God Do If I Do So And So?

We Die Daily. Happy Those Who Daily Come To Life As Well.

Age Is Not All Decay; It Is The Ripening, The Swelling, Of The Fresh Life Within, That Withers And Bursts The Husk.

The Time For Speaking Seldom Arrives, The Time For Being Never Departs.