The Man Of Science Is Nothing If

God's Rarest Blessing Is, After All, A Good Woman!

Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between Two.

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

When I Was Quite A Boy I Had A Spasm Of Religion Which Lasted Six Weeks... But I Never Since Have Swallowed The Christian Fable.

How Many A Thing Which We Cast To The Ground, When Others Pick It Up, Becomes A Gem!