It Has Done Me Good To Be

For Next To Being A Great Poet Is The Power Of Understanding One.

Sunday Is The Golden Clasp That Binds Together The Volume Of The Week.

Gone Are The Living, But The Dead Remain, And Not Neglected; For A Hand Unseen, Scattering Its Bounty Like A Summer Rain, Still Keeps Their Graves And Their Remembrance Green.

The Spring Came Suddenly, Bursting Upon The World As A Child Bursts Into A Room, With A Laugh And A Shout And Hands Full Of Flowers.

Method Is More Important Than Strength, When You Wish To Control Your Enemies.