We Are But A Point, A Single

Death? Translated Into The Heavenly Tongue, That Word Means Life!

Like A Bird She Seems To Wear Gay Plumage Unconsciously, As If It Grew Upon Her.

There Is An Ugly Kind Of Forgiveness In This World,--a Kind Of Hedgehog Forgiveness, Shot Out Like Quills. Men Take One Who Has Offended, And Set Him Down Before The Blowpipe Of Their Indignation, And Scorch Him, And Burn His Fault Into Him; And When They Have Kneaded Him Sufficiently With Their Fiery Fists, Then--they Forgive Him.

The Word Of God Tends To Make Large-minded Noble-minded Men.

Rain! Whose Soft Architectural Hands Have Power To Cut Stones, And Chisel To Shapes Of Grandeur The Very Mountains.