The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs

What You Possess In The World Will Be Found At The Day Of Your Death To Belong To Someone Else. But What You Are Will Be Yours Forever.

Be Grateful For The Tiny Details Of Your Life And Make Room For Unexpected And Beautiful Blessings.

I Heard Through The Nightthe Rush And The Clamour;the Pulse Of The Fightlike Blows Of Thor's Hammer;the Pattering Flightof The Leaves, And The Anguishedmoan Of The Forest Vanquished.

Lord, When My Spirit Shall Return To Thee, At The Foot Of A Friendly Tree Let My Body Be Buried, That This Dust May Rise And Rejoice Among The Branches.

Half Of The Secular Unrest And Dismal, Profane Sadness Of Modern Society Comes From The Vain Ideas That Every Man Is Bound To Be A Critic For Life.