It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.


A Hazard of New Fortunes (ed. 1965)


It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.