Religion And Art Spring From The Same

Personal Hatred And Family Affection Are Not Incompatible; They Often Flourish And Grow Strong Together.

The Dead Might As Well Try To Speak To The Living As The Old To The Young.

The Sky Was A Midnight-blue, Like Warm, Deep, Blue Water, And The Moon Seemed To Lie On It Like A Water-lily, Floating Forward With An Invisible Current.

That Is Happiness; To Be Dissolved Into Something Complete And Great.

The Trees And Shrubbery Seemed Well-groomed And Social, Like Pleasant People.