Time Is A Dressmaker Specializing

You Cannot Contribute Anything To The Ideal Condition Of Mind And Heart Known As Brotherhood, However Much You Preach, Posture, Or Agree, Unless You Live It.

I See Now How Things Even Up, How They Are Squared Away, And How They Balance Under The Law Of Love And Justice. No Year Of Life Is Emotionally, Spiritually Or Even Materially, All Drought Or All Rainfall; Nor Is It All Sun. The Road Turns A Little Every Day, And One Day There's A Sudden Twist We Didn't Dream Was There, And For Every Loss There Is Somewhere A Gain, For Every Grief A Happiness, For Every Deprivation A Giving.

Faith Is The Spiritual House In Which We Live.

Men's Private Self-worlds Are Rather Like Our Geographical World's Seasons, Storm, And Sun, Deserts, Oases, Mountains And Abysses, The Endless-seeming Plateaus, Darkness And Light, And Always The Sowing And The Reaping.

Kissing Tends To Bring On Woolgathering, Even Amnesia.