Through All The World There

And Were My Faith So Strong That It Could Move Mountains, That Is The Mountain That I Would Make Come To Me.

Through All The World There Goes One Long Cry From The Heart Of The Artist: Give Me A Chance To Do My Best.

You Can't Change The Past, But You Can Ruin The Present By Worrying About The Future.

I Think All Sorrows Can Be Borne If You Put Them Into A Story Or Tell A Story About Them.

Nobody Has Seen The Trekking Birds Take Their Way Towards Such Warmer Spheres As Do Not Exist, Or Rivers Break Their Course Through Rocks And Plains To Run Into An Ocean Which Is Not To Be Found. For God Does Not Create A Longing Or A Hope Without Having A Fulfilling Reality Ready For Them. But Our Longing Is Our Pledge, And Blessed Are The Homesick, For They Shall Come Home.