Nothing Living Should Ever Be Treated With

The Dawn Came - Not The Flaming Sky That Promises Storm, But A Golden Dawn Of Infinite Promise. The Birds Came Flying Up Out Of The East In Wedge-shaped Formation, And The Mist Lifted In Soft Wreaths Of Sun-shot Silver. Colour Came Back To The World. The Grass Glowed With A Green So Vivid That It Seemed Pulsing, Like Flame, From Some Hidden Fire In The Earth, The Distant Woods Took On All The Amazing Deep Crimsons And Purples Of Their Winter Colouring, The Banks Were Studded With Their Jewels Of Lichens And Bright Moss, And Above The Wet Hedges Shone With Sun-shot Orbs Of Light.

He Had Discovered That The Choice Between Self-love Or Love Of Something Other Than Self Offers No Escape From Suffering Either Way, It Is Merely A Choice Between Two Woundings, Of The Pride Or Of The Heart.

She Long Ago Accepted The Fact That Happiness Is Like, Swallows In Spring. It May Come And Nest Under Your Eaves Or It May Not. You Cannot Command It.

She Realized With Deep Respect That This Woman Had Always Done What She Had To Do And Faced What She Had To Face. If Many Of Her Fears And Burdens Would Have Seemed Unreal To Another Woman, There Was Nothing Unreal About Her Courage.

In A World Where Thrushes Sing And Willow Trees Are Golden In The Spring, Boredom Should Have Been Included Among The Seven Deadly Sins.