Don't Waste Hate On Pink Geranium.

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.

All We Are Asked To Bear We Can Bear. That Is A Law Of The Spiritual Life. The Only Hindrance To The Working Of This Law, As Of All Benign Laws, Is Fear.

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.

Cowardice More Than Any Other Failing Demands A Ruthless Paying Of The Price From Those Who Give It Hospitality.

The Sun Is Still There... Even If Clouds Drift Over It. Once You Have Experienced The Reality Of Sunshine You May Weep, But You Will Never Feel Ice About Your Heart Again.