Riches, Understanding, Beauty, Are Fair Gifts Of

If You Could Understand A Single Grain Of Wheat You Would Die Of Wonder.

What Do We Older Folks Live For If Not For The Care Of The Young, To Teach And Train Them?

We Know That Death Never Skips Or Spares Anybody And That No One Ever Returns. And Yet We Go On Like The Blind, Who See As Little At Midday As In The Pitch-dark Night. We Do Not Take These Examples To Heart; We Do Not Realize That Today Or Tomorrow Our Turn Will Come.

I Cannot Neglect Prayer For A Single Day.

Whenever The Word Is Rightly Preached, And Attentively Heard, It Never Fails To Bring Forth Fruit.