What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is

Who Has Seen The Wind? Neither You Nor I But When The Trees Bow Down Their Heads, The Wind Is Passing By.

Hurt No Living Thing: Ladybird, Nor Butterfly, Nor Moth With Dusty Wing.

Love Shall Be Our Token; Love Be Yours And Love Be Mine.

Good Deeds Are Many, But Good Lives Are Few.

Why One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town; Is Worth A Day And A Year Of The Dusty, Musty, Lag-last Fashion That Days Drone Elsewhere.