In Your Patience Ye Are

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

The English Have A Scornful Insular Way Of Calling The French Light.

It Was Not The Apple On The Tree But The Pair On The Ground That Caused The Trouble In The Garden Of Eden.

Truth Outlives Pain, As The Soul Does Life.

I Cannot Speak In Happy Tones; The Tear Drops On My Cheek Show I Am Sad; But I Can Speak Of Grace To Suffer With Submission Meek, Until Made Glad.