Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

The Young May Die, But The Old Must!

Each Day Is A Branch Of The Tree Of Life Laden Heavily With Fruit. If We Lie Down Lazily Beneath It, We May Starve; But If We Shake The Branches, Some Of The Fruit Will Fall For Us.

Three Silences There Are: The First Of Speech, The Second Of Desire, The Third Of Thought.

A Torn Jacket Is Soon Mended; But Hard Words Bruise The Heart Of A Child.