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We Are Guilty Of Many Errors And Many Faults, But Our Worst Crime Is Abandoning The Children, Neglecting The Fountain Of Life. Many Of The Things We Need Can Wait. The Child Cannot. Right Now Is The Time His Bones Are Being Formed, His Blood Is Being Made, And His Senses Are Being Developed. To Him We Cannot Answer 'tomorrow.' His Name Is 'today.'

The Poet Is An Untier Of Knots, And Love Without Words Is A Knot, And It Drowns.

Love That Stammers, That Stutters, Is Apt To Be The Love That Loves Best.

All Night I Have Suffered; All Night My Flesh Has Trembled To Bring Forth Its Gift. The Sweat Of Death Is On My Forehead; But It Is Not Death, It Is Life!

Speech Is Our Second Possession, After The Soul-and Perhaps We Have No Other Possession In This World.