It Is The Heart That Makes The

And Then When All Around Grows Dark, When We Feel Utterly Alone, When All Men Right And Left Pass Us By And Know Us Not, A Forgotten Feeling Rises In The Breast.

What Is Emitted From The Divine, Though It Be Only Like The Reflection From The Fire, Still Has The Divine Reality In Itself, And One Might Almost Ask What Were The Fire Without Glow, The Sun Without Light, Or The Creator Without The Creature?

The Morning Hour Has Gold At The Mouth.

Every Life Has Its Years In Which One Progresses As On A Tedious And Dusty Street Of Poplars, Without Caring To Know Where He Is.

Whoever Knows It Also Knows That In Love There Is No More And No Less; But That He Who Loves Can Only Love With The Whole Heart, And With The Whole Soul; With All His Strength And With All His Will.