Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
We know not of the future and cannot plan for it much.
But the cause for which we fought was higher our thought wider... That...
But we can hold our spirits and our bodies so pure and high we may cherish...
This is the great reward of service to live far out and on in the life of...
I write a lot too, so I would like to write or direct in the future if I...
I feel that the year ahead for me will be full of...
I don't know what my future is.
