Spring Was Running In A Thin Green

There Is No State Of Satisfaction, Because To Himself No Man Is A Success.

Spring, Which Germinated In The Earth, Moved Also With A Strange Restlessness, In The Hearts Of... Women. As The Weeks Passed, Inextinguishable Hope, Which Mounts With The Rising Sap, Looked From Their Faces.

And Where Was Happiness If It Sprung Not From The Soil? Where Contentment If It Dwelt Not Near To Nature?

I Have Little Faith In The Theory That Organized Killing Is The Best Prelude To Peace.

Spring Was Running In A Thin Green Flame Over The Valley.