Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes

Let Me, O Let Me Bathe My Soul In Colours; Let Me Swallow The Sunset And Drink The Rainbow.

Rob A Neighbour With A Smile.

And When One Of You Falls Down He Falls For Those Behind Him, A Caution Against The Stumbling Stone. Ay, And He Falls For Those Ahead Of Him, Who Though Faster And Surer Of Foot, Yet Removed Not The Stumbling Stone.

Many A Doctrine Is Like A Window Pane. We See Truth Through It But It Divides Us From Truth.

Happiness Is A Vine That Takes Root And Grows Within The Heart, Never Outside It.