Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.

For To Be Discontented With The Divine Discontent, And To Be Ashamed With The Noble Shame, Is The Very Germ And First Upgrowth Of All Virtue.

All But God Is Changing Day By Day.

Feelings Are Like Chemicals, The More You Analyze Them The Worse They Smell.

I Do Not See Why We Should Not Be As Just To An Ant As To A Human Being.

Gradually The Sunken Land Begins To Rise Again, And Falls Perhaps Again, And Rises Again After That, More And More Gently Each Time, Till As It Were The Panting Earth, Worn Out With The Fierce Passions Of Her Fiery Youth, Has Sobbed Herself To Sleep Once More, And This New World Of Man Is Made.