...i Will Exile My Thoughts If They

Keep It, Keep It!" I Answered. "you Are Very Welcome To It! It Is Only A Couple Of Small Things, Doesn't Amount To Anything—about Everything I Own In The World.

A Few Days Back Someone Sent Me Two Feathers. Two Bird's Feathers In A Sheet Of Note-paper With A Coronet, And Fastened With A Seal. Sent From A Place A Long Way Off; From One Who Need Not Have Sent Them Back At All. That Amused Me Too, Those Devilish Green Feathers.

And The Great Spirit Of Darkness Spread A Shroud Over Me...everything Was Silent-everything. But Upon The Heights Soughed The Everlasting Song, The Voice Of The Air, The Distant, Toneless Humming Which Is Never Silent.

And Love Was Creation's Source,creation's Ruler; But All Love's Ways Are Strewn With Blossoms And Blood, Blossoms And Blood.

But What Really Matters Is Not What You Believe But The Faith And Conviction With Which You Believe.