Dear God! How Beauty Varies In Nature

A Sewer Is A Cynic. It Tells All.

It Is Often Our Best Friends Who Throw Us Down.

No One Ever Keeps A Secret So Well As A Child.

The Mother...swinging The Children By Pulling On A Length Of String, While At The Same Time She Kept And Eye On Them With That Protective Watchfulness, Half Animal, Half Angelic, Which Is The Quality Of Motherhood.

There Are Moments When A Rope's End, A Pole, The Branch Of The Tree, Is Life Itself, And It Is A Frightful Thing To See A Living Being Lose His Hold Upon It, And Fall Like A Ripe Fruit.