Since There My Past Life Lies, Why

Each Life Unfulfilled, You See; It Hangs Still, Patchy And Scrappy: We Have Not Sighed Deep, Laughed Free, Starved, Feasted, Despaired,—been Happy.

That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is Seen In Living Just As Though No God There Were.

You Should Not Take A Fellow Eight Years Old And Make Him Swear To Never Kiss The Girls.

Truth Is Within Ourselves.

Are There Not, Dear Michael, Two Points In The Adventure Of The Diver,- One, When A Beggar He Prepares To Plunge; One, When A Prince He Rises With His Pearl? Festus, I Plunge.