Don't Waste Hate On Pink Geranium.

Humanity Can Be Roughly Divided Into Three Sorts Of People - Those Who Find Comfort In Literature, Those Who Find Comfort In Personal Adornment, And Those Who Find Comfort In Food.

The Whole Universe Was Stilled As If Listening For A Voice. For The Space Of One Heartbeat There Was Peace On Earth. For One Fraction Of A Moment There Was No Deed Of Violence Wrought On Earth, No Hatred, No Fire, No Whirlwind, No Pain, No Fear. Existence Rested Against The Heart Of God, Then Sighed And Journeyed Again.

[salvation] Is A Curious Process Of Divine Burglary. The First Thing To Be Wrested From One By A God Who Said 'thou Shalt Not Steal' Is One's Good Opinion Of One's Self.

But A Hare, Now, That Is A Different Thing Altogether. A Hare Is Not A Pet But A Person. Hares Are Clever And Brave And Loving, And They Have Fairy Blood In Them. It’s A Grand Thing To Have A Hare For A Friend.

Water, Wind And Birdsong Were The Echoes In This Quiet Place Of A Great Chiming Symphony That Was Surging Around The World. Knee-deep In Grasses And Moon Daisies, Stella Stood And Listened, Swaying A Little As The Flowers And Trees Were Swaying, Her Spirit Voice Singing Loudly, Though Her Lips Were Still, And Every Pulse In Her Body Beating Its Hammer Strokes In Time To The Song.