Your days are short here this is the last of your springs. And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place touch the depths of truth feel the hem of Heaven. You will go away with old good friends. And don't forget when you leave why you came.
That which seems the height of absurdity in one generation often becomes the...
Tell the truth work hard and come to dinner on time.
I never really look for anything. What God throws my way comes. I wake up in the morning and whichever way God turns my feet I go.
