There Is A Way Of

By Putting Forward The Hands Of The Clock You Shall Not Advance The Hour.

There Is Suffering In The Light; In Excess It Burns. Flame Is Hostile To The Wing. To Burn And Yet To Fly, This Is The Miracle Of Genius.

Work, Which Makes A Man Free, And Thought, Which Makes Him Worthy Of Freedom.

For There Are Many Great Deeds Done In The Small Struggles Of Life.

The Mother...swinging The Children By Pulling On A Length Of String, While At The Same Time She Kept And Eye On Them With That Protective Watchfulness, Half Animal, Half Angelic, Which Is The Quality Of Motherhood.