Sorrow Is A Fruit. God Does Not

Rhyme, That Enslaved Queen, That Supreme Charm Of Our Poetry, That Creator Of Our Meter.

To Learn To Read Is To Light A Fire; Every Syllable That Is Spelled Out Is A Spark.

Caution Is The Eldest Child Of Wisdom.

His Universal Compassion Was Due Less To Natural Instinct, Than To A Profound Conviction, A Sum Of Thoughts That In The Course Of Living Had Filtered Through To His Heart: For In The Nature Of Man, As In Rock, There May Be Channels Hollowed By The Dropping Of Water, And These Can Never Be Destroyed.

The Convent Is Supreme Egotism Resulting In Supreme Self-denial.