The Worst Way To Improve The World

What Men Call Accident Is God's Own Part.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.