Justice Is A Machine That,

It Was Such A Spring Day As Breathes Into A Man An Ineffable Yearning, A Painful Sweetness, A Longing That Makes Him Stand Motionless, Looking At The Leaves Or Grass, And Fling Out His Arms To Embrace He Knows Not What.

Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

There Are Moments When Nature Reveals The Passion Hidden Beneath The Careless Calm Of Her Ordinary Moods-violent Spring Flashing White On Almond-blossom Through The Purple Clouds; A Snowy, Moonlit Peak, With Its Single Star, Soaring Up To The Passionate Blue; Or Against The Flames Of Sunset, An Old Yew-tree Standing Dark Guardian Of Some Fiery Secret.

Take Modern Courtships! They Resulted In The Same Thing As Under George The Second, But Took Longer To Reach It, Owing To The Motor-cycle And The Standing Lunch.

Love Could Never Come To Full Fruition Till It Was Destroyed.