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The Best Thing One Can Do When It's Raining Is To Let It Rain.

All The Means Of Action -- The Shapeless Masses -- The Materials -- Lie Everywhere About Us. What We Need Is The Celestial Fire To Change The Flint Into The Transparent Crystal, Bright And Clear. That Fire Is Genius.

Three Silences There Are: The First Of Speech, The Second Of Desire, The Third Of Thought.

It Was The Schooner Hesperus, That Sailed The Wintry Sea.

Gorgeous Flowerets In The Sunlight Shining, Blossoms Flaunting In The Eye Of Day, Tremulous Leaves, With Soft And Silver Lining, Buds That Open Only To Decay.