An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself

At Every Crossroads On The Path That Leads To The Future, Tradition Has Placed 10,000 Men To Guard The Past.

They Think That Nothing Will Happen Because They Have Closed Their Doors, And They Do Not Know That It Is In The Soul That Things Always Happen, And That The World Does Not End At Their Housedoor.

Brave Old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly Flowers, Stocks! For Even As The Field-flowers, From Which A Trifle, A Ray Of Beauty, A Drop Of Perfume, Divides Them, They Have Charming Names, The Softest In The Language; And Each Of Them, Like Tiny, Art-less Ex-votos, Or Like Medals Bestowed By The Gratitude Of Men, Proudly Bears Three Or Four.

There Is No Soul That Does Not Respond To Love, For The Soul Of Man Is A Guest That Has Gone Hungry These Centuries Back.

The Value Of Ourselves Is But The Value Of Our Melancholy And Our Disquiet.