Nothing Heals The Soul Like

I Believe That We Were Meant To Live As Social Creatures, To Reach Out And Bless Each Other's Lives.

We Love Those Whom We Serve (p. 26)

The Sweetness Of Reunion Is The Joy Of Heaven.

The Sin Of The Desert Is Knowing Where The Water Is And Not Sharing It.

It Is Often During The Worst Of Times That We See The Best Of Humanity–awakening Within The Most Ordinary Of Us That Which Is Most Sublime. I Do Not Believe That It Is Circumstance That Produces Such Greatness Any More Than It Is The Canvas That Makes The Artist. Adversity Merely Presents The Surface On Which We Render Our Souls’ Most Exacting Likeness. It Is In The Darkest Skies That Stars Are Best Seen.