This Child Whom We Love, Brings Daylight

Perseverance, Secret Of All Triumphs.

Let Us Admit, Without Bitterness, That The Individual Has His Distinct Interests And Can, Without Felony, Stipulate For Those Interests And Defend Them. The Present Has Its Pardonable Amount Of Egotism; Momentary Life Has Its Claims, And Cannot Be Expected To Sacrifice Itself Incessantly To The Future. The Generation Which Is In Its Turn Passing Over The Earth Is Not Forced To Abridge Its Life For The Sake Of The Generations, Its Equals After All, Whose Turn Shall Come Later On.

What Happened Between Those Two Beings? Nothing. They Were Adoring One Another.

Dreaming Is Happiness. Waiting Is Life.

No Religion But Blasphemes A Little.