Our Sufferings Have Taught Us That No

[w]ithout Humour You Cannot Run A Sweetie-shop, Let Alone A Nation.

And Where The Deepest Current Crawls/ Like Thistledown The Dainty Fly Falls./ Then From The Depths A Silver Gleam/ Quick Flashes, Like A Jewel Bright./ Up Through The Waters Of The Stream/ An Instant Visible To Sight/ As Lightning Cleaves To Sombre Sky/ A Rainbow Rises To The Fly.

Bethink You Of The Blessedness. Every Wife Is Like The Mother Of God And Has The Hope Of Bearing A Saviour Of Mankind.

I Wondered Whether The Scientific Modern Brain Could Not Get To The Stage Of Realising That Space Is Not An Empty Homogeneous Medium, But Full Of Intricate Differences, Intelligible And Real, Though Not With Our Common Reality.

Civilisation Needs More Than The Law To Hold It Together. You See, All Mankind Are Not Equally Willing To Accept As Divine Justice What Is Called Human Law.