Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart. -Martin Luther King.

The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven. -Martin Luther.

Ah! dearest Jesus, Holy Child,Make thee a bed, soft, undefiled,Within my heart, that it may beA quiet chamber kept for thee.

The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.

The heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious.

All who call on God in true faith, earnestly from the heart, will certainly be heard, and will receive what they have asked and desired, although not in the hour or in the measure, or the very thing which they ask. Yet they will obtain something greater and more glorious than they had dared to ask.