Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

Where's the need of singing now?

Do you hear the children singing?

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

Life is the game that must be played.

I have been reading the Old Testament, a most bloodthirsty and perilous book for the young. Jehovah is beyond doubt the worst character in fiction.