From Childhood On I Have Had The

It Was A Morning In Early Summer. A Silver Haze Shimmered And Trembled Over The Lime Trees. The Air Was Laden With Their Fragrance. The Temperature Was Like A Caress. I Remember - I Need Not Recall - That I Climbed Up A Tree Stump And Felt Suddenly Immersed In Itness. I Did Not Call It By That Name. I Had No Need For Words. It And I Were One.

The Artist, Depicting Man Disdainful Of The Storm And Stress Of Life, Is No Less Reconciling And Healing Than The Poet Who, While Endowing Nature And Humanity, Rejoices In Its Measureless Superiority To Human Passions And Human Sorrows.

Enemies Could Become The Best Companions. Companionship Is Based On A Common Interest, And The Greater The Interest The Closer The Companionship. What Makes Enemies Of People, If Not The Eagerness, The Passion For The Same Thing?

From Childhood On I Have Had The Dream Of Life Lived As A Sacrament... The Dream Implied Taking Life Ritually As Something Holy.

Pessimism Like Calumny Is Easy To Do, And Attracts Immediate Attention. The Gossiper And The Writer May Find This Out Soon Enough, And A Little Encouragement From The Current Mood Will Procure Them Successes That Bring Endless Imitators In Their Trail. On The Other Hand Saying Good Things About Life In General And Individuals In Particular And Making It Interesting Is A Serious Task Which Few Can Achieve With Credit.