Don't Waste Hate On Pink Geranium.

The Dawn Came - Not The Flaming Sky That Promises Storm, But A Golden Dawn Of Infinite Promise. The Birds Came Flying Up Out Of The East In Wedge-shaped Formation, And The Mist Lifted In Soft Wreaths Of Sun-shot Silver. Colour Came Back To The World. The Grass Glowed With A Green So Vivid That It Seemed Pulsing, Like Flame, From Some Hidden Fire In The Earth, The Distant Woods Took On All The Amazing Deep Crimsons And Purples Of Their Winter Colouring, The Banks Were Studded With Their Jewels Of Lichens And Bright Moss, And Above The Wet Hedges Shone With Sun-shot Orbs Of Light.

Could You Understand The Meaning Of Light If There Were No Darkness To Point The Contrast? Day And Night, Life And Death, Love And Hatred, Since None Of These Things Can Have Any Being At All Apart From The Existence Of The Other, You Can No More Separate Them Than You Can Separate The Two Sides Of A Coin.

Our Home, Our Special Country, Is For All Of Us The Place Where We Find Liberation; A Very Difficult Word ... That Tries To Describe Something That Can't Be Described But Is The Only Thing Worth Having.

She Realized With Deep Respect That This Woman Had Always Done What She Had To Do And Faced What She Had To Face. If Many Of Her Fears And Burdens Would Have Seemed Unreal To Another Woman, There Was Nothing Unreal About Her Courage.

There Is Always Something Particularly Delightful About Exceptions To A Rule.