There Never Was A Liar

Flowers May Beckon Todwards Us, But They Speak Todward Heaven And God.

Customs Represent The Experience Of Mankind.

Men Think God Is Destroying Them Because He Is Tuning Them. The Violinist Screws Up The Key Till The Tense Cord Sounds The Concert Pitch; But It Is Not To Break It, But To Use It Tunefully, That He Stretches The String Upon The Musical Rack.

I Think You Might Dispense With Half Your Doctors If You Would Only Consult Dr. Sun More.

Now Comes The Mystery.