The Cruel Of Heart Have Their Own

Heaven, On Occasion, Half Opens Its Arms To Us; And That Is The Great Moment.

Labor Is Life; Thought Is Light.

That Is To Be Two And To Be But One. A Man And A Woman Mingled Into One Angel. It Is Heaven.

To Divinise Is Human, To Humanise Is Divine.

There Are Moments When A Rope's End, A Pole, The Branch Of The Tree, Is Life Itself, And It Is A Frightful Thing To See A Living Being Lose His Hold Upon It, And Fall Like A Ripe Fruit.