There Is Nothing So Skillful

When Time Is Spent, Eternity Begins.

But All Lost Things Are In The Angels' Keeping, Love; No Past Is Dead For Us, But Only Sleeping, Love; The Years Of Heaven With All Earth's Little Pain Make Good Together There We Can Begin Again, In Babyhood.

Who Waits Until The Wind Shall Silent Keep Will Never Find The Ready Hour To Sow.

Nothing Can Be So Bad As To Be Displeased With One's Self.

Motherhood Is Priced Of God, At Price No Man May Dare To Lessen Or Misunderstand.