The Long Days Are No

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

Application Is The Price To Be Paid For Mental Acquisition. To Have The Harvest, We Must Sow The Seed.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak Of Peace.

Prayer Is The Spirit Speaking Truth To Truth.