A Friend Is What The

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.

But This I Know. Those Who Seek Him Will Do Well To Look Among The Poor And The Lowly, The Sorrowful And The Oppressed.

Faith Is An Adventure; It Is The Courage Of The Soul To Face The Unknown. But That Courage Springs From The Hope And Confidence Of The Soul That Its Adventure Will Succeed.

Some Succeed Because They Are Destined To, But Most Succeed Because They Are Determined To.