Some People Spend The Day

The World Is So Full Of Simpletons And Madmen, That One Need Not Seek Them In A Madhouse.

The Bed Of Flowers Loosens Amain, The Beauteous Snowdrops Droop O'er The Plain. The Crocus Opens Its Glowing Bud, Like Emeralds Others, Others, Like Blood. With Saucy Gesture Primroses Flare, And Roguish Violets, Hidden With Care; And Whatsoever There Stirs And Strives, The Spring's Contented, If Works And Thrives.

He Who Has Art And Science Also Has Religion, But Those Who Do Not Have Them Better Have Religion.

If Ever The Divine Appeared On Earth, It Was In The Person Of Christ.

Are We Not Also Married To Conscience Which We Would Love To Get Rid Of Often Enough Since It Is More Bothersome Than A Man Or A Woman Ever Could Become?