Midway Upon The Journey Of

If The Present World Go Astray, The Cause Is In You, In You It Is To Be Sought.

A Backward Glance Can Often Lift The Heart.

Infinite Goodness Has Such Wide Arms.

Oh Foolish Desires Of Mortals! How Weak Are The Reasons That Lead Us To Not Take Off Our Flight From The Ground.

Still Desiring, We Live Without Hope.