Love Could Never Come To

Early Morning Does Not Mince Words.

Headlines Twice The Size Of The Events.

Justice Is A Machine That, When Some One Has Once Given It The Starting Push, Rolls On Of Itself.

There Are Moments When Nature Reveals The Passion Hidden Beneath The Careless Calm Of Her Ordinary Moods-violent Spring Flashing White On Almond-blossom Through The Purple Clouds; A Snowy, Moonlit Peak, With Its Single Star, Soaring Up To The Passionate Blue; Or Against The Flames Of Sunset, An Old Yew-tree Standing Dark Guardian Of Some Fiery Secret.

As A Man Lives And Thinks, So He Will Write.