Scared Money Can’t Win And A Worried

Our Waking Life's Desire To Shape The World To Our Convenience Invites All Manner Of Paradox And Difficulty.

Just Take Me With You. Please. I Cant. Please, Papa. I Cant. I Cant Hold My Son Dead In My Arms. I Thought I Could But I Cant.

Goodness Will Find The Little Boy. It Always Has. It Will Again.

I'd Rather To Make A Good Run As A Bad Stand.

Men Of God And Men Of War Have Strange Affinities.