For Men Must Work And

Look At The Bow In The Cloud, In The Very Rain Itself. That Is A Sign That The Sun, Though You Cannot See It, Is Shining Still -- That Up Above Beyond The Cloud Is Still Sunlight And Warmth And Cloudless Blue Sky.

Are Gods More Ruthless Than Mortals? Have They No Mercy For Youth? No Love For The Souls Who Have Loved Them?

Except A Living Man There Is Nothing More Wonderful Than A Book! A Message From The Dead - From Human Souls We Never Saw, Who Lived, Perhaps, Thousands Of Miles Away. And Yet These, In Those Little Sheets Of Paper, Speak To Us, Arouse Us, Terrify Us, Comfort Us, Open Their Hearts To Us As Brothers.

Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.

There Are Two Freedoms - The False, Where A Man Is Free To Do What He Likes; The True, Where He Is Free To Do What He Ought.