Don't Waste Hate On Pink Geranium.

Cleanliness', Chuckled Sir Benjamin, Noting His Great Niece's Delighted Smile As Her Eyes Rested Upon Him, 'comes Next To Godliness, Eh, Maria?

Nothing Is Ever Finished And Done With In This World. You May Think A Seed Was Finished And Done With When It Falls Like A Dead Thing Into The Earth; But When It Puts Forth Leaves And Flowers Next Spring You See Your Mistake.

For She Had Discovered That As Well As The Evil Web There Was Another. This Too Bound Spirits Together, But Not In A Tangle, It Was A Patterned Web And One Could See The Silver Pattern When The Sun Shone Upon It. It Seemed Much Frailer Than The Dark Tangle, That Had A Hideous Strength, But It Might Not Be So Always, Not In The Final Reckoning. (the Child From The Sea)

I Doubt If We Nuns Are Really As Self-sacrificing As We Must Seem To Be To You Who Live In The World. We Don't Give Everything For Nothing, You Know. The Mystery Plays Fair.

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.