All We Are Asked To

There's Much That Goes To The Makin' Of A Man Or Woman Into Somethin' Better Than A Brute Beast, But There's Three Things In Chief, An' They're The Places Where Life Sets Us Down, An' The Folks Life Knocks Us Up Against, An' -- Not The Things Ye Get, But The Things Ye Don't Get.

He Had Discovered That The Choice Between Self-love Or Love Of Something Other Than Self Offers No Escape From Suffering Either Way, It Is Merely A Choice Between Two Woundings, Of The Pride Or Of The Heart.

...the Simple Little Words Came Easily, Fitting Themselves To The Tune That Had Come Out Of The Harpsichord. It Didn't Seem To Her That She Made Them Up At All. It Seemed To Her That They Flew In From The Rose-garden, Through The Open Window, Like A Lot Of Butterflies, Poised Themselves On The Point Of Her Pen, And Fell Off It On To The Paper.

But A Hare, Now, That Is A Different Thing Altogether. A Hare Is Not A Pet But A Person. Hares Are Clever And Brave And Loving, And They Have Fairy Blood In Them. It’s A Grand Thing To Have A Hare For A Friend.

Don't Waste Hate On Pink Geranium.