All Of Us Have Had The Experience

Man's Progress Is But A Gradual Discovery That His Questions Have No Meaning.

We Say Nothing Essential About The Cathedral When We Speak Of Its Stones. We Say Nothing Essential About Man When We Seek To Define Him By The Qualities Of Men.

The Wind In The Grain Is The Caress To The Spouse; It Is The Hand Of Peace Stroking Her Hair.

The First Stars Tremble As If Shimmering In Green Water. Hours Must Pass Before Their Glimmer Hardens Into The Frozen Glitter Of Diamonds. I Shall Have A Long Wait Before I Witness The Soundless Frolic Of The Shooting Stars. In The Profound Darkness Of Certain Nights I Have Seen The Sky Streaked With So Many Trailing Sparks That It Seemed To Me A Great Gale Must Be Blowing Through The Outer Heavens.

Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are A Kind Of Wealth.