A Great Matter Calls Her Son With

I Am So Tired - So Tired Of Being Of Being Whirled On Through All These Phases Of My Life, In Which Nothing Abides By Me, No Creature, No Place; It Is Like The Circle In Which The Victims Of Earthly Passion Eddy Continually.

That Kind Of Patriotism Which Consists In Hating All Other Nations.

She Freshens Me Up Above A Bit. Who'd Ha Thought That Face - As Bright And As Strong As The Angel I Dream Of - Could Have Known The Sorrow She Speaks On? I Wonder How She'll Sin. All On Us Must Sing.

I Daresay It Seems Foolish; Perhaps All Our Earthly Trials Will Appear Foolish To Us After A While; Perhaps They Seem So Now To Angels. But We Are Ourselves, You Know, And This Is Now, Not Some Time To Come, A Long, Long Way Off. And We Are Not Angels, To Be Comforted By Seeing The Ends For Which Everything Is Sent.

How Easy It Is To Judge Rightly After One Sees What Evil Comes From Judging Wrongly!