... Justice Is Mercy's Highest Self.

Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It.

Perhaps You Can Feel If You Can’t Hear,” Was Her Fancy. “perhaps Kind Thoughts Reach People Somehow, Even Through Windows And Doors And Walls. Perhaps You Feel A Little Warm And Comforted, And Don’t Know Why, When I Am Standing Here In The Cold And Hoping You Will Get Well And Happy Again.

The Mug From The Washstand Was Used As Becky's Tea Cup, And The Tea Was So Delicious That It Was Not Necessary To Pretend That It Was Anything But Tea.

Only In Dreams Of Spring Shall I Ever See Again The Flowering Of My Cherry Trees.

There's Naught As Nice As Th' Smell O' Good Clean Earth, Except Th' Smell O' Fresh Growin' Things When Th' Rain Falls On 'em.