Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

Love Of Beauty Is Really Only The Sex Instinct, Which Nothing But Complete Union Satisfies.

From Behind A Wooden Crate We Saw A Long Black-muzzled Nose Poking Round At Us. We Took Him Out-soft, Wobbly, Tearful; Set Him Down On His Four, As Yet Not Quite Simultaneous Legs, And Regarded Him. He Wandered A Little Round Our Legs, Neither Wagging His Tail Nor Licking At Our Hands; Then He Looked Up, And My Companion Said: "he's An Angel!"

We Are Not Living In A Private World Of Our Own. Everything We Say And Do And Think Has Its Effect On Everything Around Us.

Dreaming Is The Poetry Of Life, And We Must Be Forgiven If We Indulge In It A Little.

Religion Was Nearly Dead Because There Was No Longer Real Belief In Future Life; But Something Was Struggling To Take Its Place - Service - Social Service - The Ants Creed, The Bees Creed.