Nothing Living Should Ever Be Treated With

Peace ... Was Contingent Upon A Certain Disposition Of The Soul, A Disposition To Receive The Gift That Only Detachment From Self Made Possible.

To Be Sorry And Glad Together Is To Be Perceptive To The Richness Of Life.

Nothing Is Ever Finished And Done With In This World. You May Think A Seed Was Finished And Done With When It Falls Like A Dead Thing Into The Earth; But When It Puts Forth Leaves And Flowers Next Spring You See Your Mistake.

Water, Wind And Birdsong Were The Echoes In This Quiet Place Of A Great Chiming Symphony That Was Surging Around The World. Knee-deep In Grasses And Moon Daisies, Stella Stood And Listened, Swaying A Little As The Flowers And Trees Were Swaying, Her Spirit Voice Singing Loudly, Though Her Lips Were Still, And Every Pulse In Her Body Beating Its Hammer Strokes In Time To The Song.

The Child In Us Is Always There, You Know, And It's The Best Part Of Us, The Winged Part That Travels Farthest.