In Every Grain Of Wheat There Lies

It Was Better, He Thought, To Fail In Attempting Exquisite Things Than To Succeed In The Department Of The Utterly Contemptible.

The Saint Endeavors To Recover A Gift Which He Has Lost; The Sinner Tries To Obtain Something Which Was Never His. In Brief, He Repeats The Fall.

In Every Grain Of Wheat There Lies Hidden The Soul Of A Star.

If A Man Dreams That He Has Committed A Sin Before Which The Sun Hid His Face, It Is Often Safe To Conjecture That, In Sheer Forgetfulness, He Wore A Red Tie, Or Brown Boots With Evening Dress.

Now, Everybody, I Suppose, Is Aware That In Recent Years The Silly Business Of Divination By Dreams Has Ceased To Be A Joke And Has Become A Very Serious Science.