There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.

I know no better way of waging the battle for Truth than arraying the facts face to face on either side and letting them fight it out.

They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth.

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.

In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed.

Not by appointment do we meet Delight And Joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner in the streets of life, They, on a sudden, clasp us with a smile.

All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears.