Marriage Is A Very Long

The Dawn Came - Not The Flaming Sky That Promises Storm, But A Golden Dawn Of Infinite Promise. The Birds Came Flying Up Out Of The East In Wedge-shaped Formation, And The Mist Lifted In Soft Wreaths Of Sun-shot Silver. Colour Came Back To The World. The Grass Glowed With A Green So Vivid That It Seemed Pulsing, Like Flame, From Some Hidden Fire In The Earth, The Distant Woods Took On All The Amazing Deep Crimsons And Purples Of Their Winter Colouring, The Banks Were Studded With Their Jewels Of Lichens And Bright Moss, And Above The Wet Hedges Shone With Sun-shot Orbs Of Light.

...there Began To Come To Her A First Dim Realization Of God's Humility. Rejected By The Proud In His Own Right By What Humble Means He Chose To Succor Them; Through The Spirit Of A Child, A Poor Gypsy Or An Old Man, By A Song Perhaps, Or Even It Might Be By The Fall Of A Leaf Or The Scent Of A Flower. For His Infinite And Humble Patience Nothing Was Too Small To Advance His Purpose Of Salvation And Eternity Was Not Too Long For Its Accomplishment.

Our Home, Our Special Country, Is For All Of Us The Place Where We Find Liberation; A Very Difficult Word ... That Tries To Describe Something That Can't Be Described But Is The Only Thing Worth Having.

"most Of Us Tend To Belittle All Suffering Except Our Own," Said Mary. "i Think It's Fear. We Don't Want To Come Too Near In Case We're Sucked In And Have To Share It".

Writers And Painters Have A Medium That Can Foster Self-effacements. Actors Haven't. An Actor Can't Hide Himself Behind Paper Or Canvas. If You're Not There Your Art's Not There. That's Why We Actors Are Often Such Self-centered Objects.