Though An Angel Should Write, Still 'tis

It Is Only To The Happy That Tears Are A Luxury.

How Many Times Do We Lose An Occasion For Soul Work By Leaping Ahead To Final Solutions Without Pausing To Savor The Undertones? We Are A Radically Bottom-line Society, Eager To Act And To End Tension, And Thus We Lose Opportunities To Know Ourselves For Our Motives And Our Secrets.

Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which All Heavenly Virtues Shoot.

A Friendship That Like Love Is Warm; A Love Like Friendship, Steady.

The Devil...the Prowde Spirite...cannot Endure To Be Mocked.