Earth's crammed with Heaven.

Light tomorrow with today!

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.

Of writing many books there is no end.

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.

What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed - and not for pay? Absurd - or insincere?

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.