They Say That God Is Everywhere, And

When He Tells Us About His Father, We Distrust Him. When He Shows Us His Home, We Turn Away, But When He Confides To Us That He Is Acquainted With Grief, We Listen, For That Also Is An Acquaintance Of Our Own.

Life Is A Spell So Exquisite That Everything Conspires To Break It.

Look Back On Time With Kindly Eyes, He Doubtless Did His Best; How Softly Sinks His Trembling Sun In Human Nature's West!

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

Forever Is Comprised Of Nows.