The Living Are Just The Dead On

Above All, Let Us Never Forget That An Act Of Goodness Is In Itself An Act Of Happiness. It Is The Flower Of A Long Inner Life Of Joy And Contentment; It Tells Of Peaceful Hours And Days On The Sunniest Heights Of Our Soul.

Most Creatures Have A Vague Belief That A Very Precarious Hazard, A Kind Of Transparent Membrane, Divides Death From Love; And That The Profound Idea Of Nature Demands That The Giver Of Life Should Die At The Moment Of Giving.

No Living Creature, Not Even Man, Has Achieved, In The Centre Of His Sphere, What The Bee Has Achieved In Her Own: And Were Some One From Another World To Descend And Ask Of The Earth The Most Perfect Creation Of The Logic Of Life, We Should Needs Have To Offer The Humble Comb Of Honey.

All Mothers Are Rich When They Love Their Children. There Are No Poor Mothers, No Ugly Ones, No Old Ones. Their Love Is Always The Most Beautiful Of Joys.

I Am Moved By The Light.