"Take courage, soul! Hold not thy strength in vain! With faith o'ercome the steeps Thy God hath set for thee. Beyond the Alpine summits of great pain Lieth thine Italy."

I wish I might a rose-bud grow And thou wouldst cull me from the bower. To place me on that breast of snow Where I should bloom a wintry flower.

Till the rose's lips grow pale With her sighs.

All communication involves faith; indeed, some linguisticians hold that the potential obstacles to acts of verbal understanding are so many and diverse that it is a minor miracle that they take place at all.

Just because you can explain it doesn't mean it's not still a miracle.

You don't have to believe a word I say...I simply know it works - and isn't that all that matters? Have a little faith. (www.terrybarnett.com)