"We dwell in the house of the body, but its perfection and intricate life are the work of a wisdom wh..." — George William Russell

Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.

Seek on earth what you have found in heaven.

We have control over the work of our hands, but little over the working of the soul. But yet we must yield to it, for without it we have nothing.

We may fight against what is wrong, but if we allow ourselves to hate, that is to insure our spiritual defeat and our likeness to what we hate.