I Count Only The Hours That Are

They Think That Nothing Will Happen Because They Have Closed Their Doors, And They Do Not Know That It Is In The Soul That Things Always Happen, And That The World Does Not End At Their Housedoor.

I Am Moved By The Light.

When We Lose One We Love, Our Bitterest Tears Are Called Forth By The Memory Of Hours When We Loved Not Enough.

We Possess Only The Happiness We Able To Understand.

I Have Never For One Instant Seen Clearly Within Myself. How Then Would You Have Me Judge The Deeds Of Others?