There Are Those Who Give

In The Autumn I Gathered All My Sorrows And Buried Them In My Garden. And When April Returned And Spring Came To Wed The Earth, There Grew In My Garden Beautiful Flowers Unlike All Other Flowers. And My Neighbors Came To Behold Them, And They All Said To Me, "when Autumn Comes Again, At Seeding Time, Will You Not Give Us Of The Seeds Of These Flowers That We May Have Them In Our Gardens?"

Persecution Cannot Harm Him Who Stands By Truth. Did Not Socrates Fall Proudly A Victim In Body? Was Not Paul Stoned For The Sake Of The Truth? It Is Our Inner Selves That Hurt Us When We Disobey It, And It Kills Us When We Betray It.

Your Soul Is Oftentimes A Battlefield, Upon Your Reason And Your Judgment Wage War Against Your Passion And Your Appetite.

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

But Memory Is An Autumn Leaf That Murmurs A While In The Wind And Then Is Heard No More.