A weed is but an unloved flower

You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart

Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul

Conversation" God and I in space alone . . . and nobody else in view . . . "And where are all the people, Oh Lord" I said, "the earth below and the sky overhead and the dead that I once knew?" "That was a dream," God smiled and said: "The dream that seemed to be true; there were no people living or dead; there was no earth, and no sky overhead, there was only myself in you." "Why do I feel no fear?" I asked, "meeting you here in this way? For I have sinned, I know full well and is there heaven and is there hell, and is this Judgement Day?" "Nay, those were but dreams" the Great God said, "dreams that have ceased to be. There are no such things as fear and sin; there is no you . . . you never have been. There is nothing at all but me

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know

Conversation God and I in space alone . . . and nobody else in view . . . And where are all the people, Oh Lord I said,the earth below and the sky overhead and the dead that I once knew? That was a dream, God smiled and said The dream that seemed to be true there were no people living or dead there was no earth, and no sky overhead, there was only myself in you. Why do I feel no fear? I asked, meeting you here in this way? For I have sinned, I know full well and is there heaven and is there hell, and is this Judgement Day? Nay, those were but dreams the Great God said, dreams that have ceased to be. There are no such things as fear and sin there is no you . . . you never have been. There is nothing at all but me

Change is the watchword of progression