Knowledge Is A Weight Added To Conscience.

The Sunshine Was Delightful, The Foliage Gently Astir, More From The Activity Of Birds Than From The Breeze. One Gallant Little Bird, Doubtless Lovelorn, Was Singing His Heart Out At The Top Of A Tall Tree.

Press On! A Better Fate Awaits Thee.

God Will Reward You,' He Said. 'you Must Be An Angel Since You Care For Flowers.

We Say And Exclaim Within Ourselves Without Breaking Silence, In A Tumult Where Everything Speaks Except Our Mouths. The Realities Of The Soul Are None The Less Real For Being Invisible And Impalpable.

The Malicious Have A Dark Happiness.