New Things Are Always Ugly.

There Was Nothing But Land; Not A Country At All, But The Material Out Of Which Countries Are Made.

Religion Is Different From Everything Else; Because In Religion Seeking Is Finding.

I Kept As Still As I Could. Nothing Happened. I Did Not Expect Anything To Happen. I Was Something That Lay Under The Sun And Felt It, Like The Pumpkins, And I Did Not Want To Be Anything More. I Was Entirely Happy. Perhaps We Feel Like That When We Die And Become A Part Of Something Entire, Whether It Is Sun And Air, Or Goodness And Knowledge. At Any Rate, That Is Happiness; To Be Dissolved Into Something Complete And Great. When It Comes To One, It Comes As Naturally As Sleep.

Oh, That's The Beauty Of The Rose, That It Blossoms And Dies.

She Had Certain Thoughts Which Were Like Companions, Ideas Which Were Like Older And Wiser Friends.