At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky is a place of central calm.

Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God’s way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend Fight out life’s battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red, Threw down his broken sword and fled. Another snatched it, won the day, With what his comrade flung away.

No soul can be forever banned, Eternally bereft, Whoever falls from God's right hand Is caught into his left.

There is no true liberty for the individual except as he finds it in the liberty of all. There is no true security for the individual except as he finds it in the security for all.

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.

Choices are the hinges of destiny.

Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.