Give The People A New Word And

The Miracles Of The Church Seem To Me To Rest Not So Much Upon Faces Or Voices Or Healing Power Coming Suddenly Near To Us From Afar Off, But Upon Our Perceptions Being Made Finer, So That For A Moment Our Eyes Can See And Our Ears Can Hear What Is There About Us Always.

People Live Through Such Pain Only Once. Pain Comes Again—but It Finds A Tougher Surface.

Old Men Are Like That, You Know. It Makes Them Feel Important To Think They Are In Love With Somebody.

It Is Cremated Youth. It Is All Yours--no One Gave It To You.

Men Travel Faster Now, But I Do Not Know If They Go To Better Things.