A Peace That Depends On Fear Is

There Are Many Kinds Of Love, As Many Kinds Of Light, And Every Kind Of Love Makes A Glory In The Night. There Is Love That Stirs The Heart, And Love That Gives It Rest, But The Love That Leads Life Upward Is The Noblest And The Best.

Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

Be Glαd Of Life, Becαuse It Gives You The Chαnce To Love αnd To Work αnd To Plαy αnd To Look Up αt The Stαrs; To Be Sαtisfied With Your Posessions, To Despise Nothing In The World Except Fαlsehood αnd Meαnness αnd To Feαr Nothing Except Cowαrdice; To Be Governed By Your αdmirαtions Rαther Thαn By Your Disgusts, To Covet Nothing Thαt Is Your Neighbour's Except His Kindness Of Heαrt αnd Gentleness Of Mαnners; To Think Seldom Of Your Enemies, Often Of Your Friends And To Spend αs Much Time αs You Cαn With Body αnd With Spirit.

The Simple Life Which Blandly Ignores All Care And Conflict, Soon Becomes Flabby And Invertebrate, Sentimental And Gelatinous.

Memory Is A Capricious And Arbitrary Creature. You Never Can Tell What Pebble She Will Pick Up From The Shore Of Life To Keep Among Her Treasures, Or What Inconspicuous Flower Of The Field She Will Preserve As The Symbol Of "thoughts That Do Often Lie Too Deep For Tears." . . . And Yet I Do Not Doubt That The Most Important Things Are Always The Best Remembered.