A Sunny Temper [an Attitude

Prayer Flies Where The Eagle Never Flew.

Heaven Is The Day Of Which Grace Is The Dawn; The Rich, Ripe Fruit Of Which Grace Is The Lovely Flower; The Inner Shrine Of That Most Glorious Temple To Which Grace Forms The Approach And Outer Court.

The Work That Is Done In Love Loses Half Its Tedium And Difficulty.

The Finest Flowers Of Genius Have Grown In An Atmosphere Where Those Of Nature Are Prone To Droop, And Difficult To Bring To Maturity.

More Tears Are Shed In Playhouses Than In Churches.