She Long Ago Accepted The Fact That

All We Are Asked To Bear We Can Bear. That Is A Law Of The Spiritual Life. The Only Hindrance To The Working Of This Law, As Of All Benign Laws, Is Fear.

One Is Seldom Unchanged By The Death Of Those One Loves. It Gives Me A Deeper Knowledge Of Them, And So Of Oneself In Regard To Them.

Autumn Days Have A Holiness That Spring Lacks ... They Are Like Old Serene Saints For Whom Death Has Lost Its Terror.

As This World Becomes Increasingly Ugly, Callous And Materialistic It Needs To Be Reminded That The Old Fairy Stories Are Rooted In Truth, That Imagination Is Of Value, That Happy Endings Do, In Fact, Occur, And That The Blue Spring Mist That Make An Ugly Street Look Beautiful Is Just As Real A Thing As The Street Itself.

Jean Was Visited By One Of Her Rare Moments Of Happiness, One Of Those Moments When The Goodness Of God Was So Real To Her That It Was Like Taste And Scent; The Rough Strong Taste Of Honey In The Comb And The Scent Of Water. Her Thoughts Of God Had A Homeliness That At Times Seemed Shocking, In Spite Of Their Power, Which Could Rescue Her From Terror Or Evil With An Ease That Astonished Her.