Only Those Return To Eternity Who On

Men Would Bless You Or Curse You; The Curse, A Protest Against Failure, The Blessing, A Hymn Of The Hunter Who Comes Back From The Hills With Provision For His Mate.

Love Is Quivering Happiness.

And When One Of You Falls Down He Falls For Those Behind Him, A Caution Against The Stumbling Stone. Ay, And He Falls For Those Ahead Of Him, Who Though Faster And Surer Of Foot, Yet Removed Not The Stumbling Stone.

Love Descends Upon Our Souls By The Will Of God And Not By The Demand Or The Plea Of The Individual.

We Live Only To Discover Beauty. All Else Is A Form Of Waiting