Many Men And Women Spend

We Live In The Future. Even The Happiness Of The Present Is Made Up Mostly Of That Delightful Discontent Which The Hope Of Better Things Inspires.

Play May Not Have So High A Place In The Divine Economy, But Is Has As Legitimate A Place As Prayer.

Geology Gives Us A Key To The Patience Of God.

The Cry Of The Soul Is For Freedom. It Longs For Liberty, From The Date Of Its First Conscious Moments.

This World Of Sense, Built By The Imagination--how Fair And Foul It Is! Like A Fairy Island In The Sea Of Life, It Smiles In Sunlight And Sleeps In Green, Known Of The World Not By Communion Of Knowledge, But By Personal, Secret Discovery!