It's Not Life That Counts But The

Not The Least Hard Thing To Bear When They Go From Us, These Quiet Friends, Is That They Carry Away With Them So Many Years Of Our Own Lives.

Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

Life Calls The Tune, We Dance.

Love Is Not A Hot-house Flower, But A Wild Plant, Born Of A Wet Night, Born Of An Hour Of Sunshine; Sprung From Wild Seed, Blown Along The Road By A Wild Wind. A Wild Plant That, When It Blooms By Chance Within The Hedge Of Our Gardens, We Call A Flower; And When It Blooms Outside We Call A Weed; But, Flower Or Weed, Whose Scent And Colour Are Always, Wild!

Religion Was Nearly Dead Because There Was No Longer Real Belief In Future Life; But Something Was Struggling To Take Its Place - Service - Social Service - The Ants Creed, The Bees Creed.