The Battle We Have Fought, And Are

As Long As I Live, I'll Hear Waterfalls And Birds And Winds Sing. I'll Interpret The Rocks, Learn The Language Of Flood, Storm, And The Avalanche. I'll Acquaint Myself With The Glaciers And Wild Gardens, And Get As Near The Heart Of The World As I Can".

God Cannot Save Them From Fools.

Surely All God's People, However Serious Or Savage, Great Or Small, Like To Play.

The Tide Of Visitors Will Float Slowly About The Bottom Of The Valley As Harmless Scum Collecting In Hotel And Saloon Eddies, Leaving The Rocks And Falls Eloquent As Ever.

We All Flow From One Fountain- Soul. All Are Expressions Of One Love.