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And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

Go Practice If You Please With Men And Women: Leave A Child Alone For Christ's Particular Love's Sake!

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

Are There Not, Dear Michael, Two Points In The Adventure Of The Diver,- One, When A Beggar He Prepares To Plunge; One, When A Prince He Rises With His Pearl? Festus, I Plunge.