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

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

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.

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

A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth

They must find it difficult ... those who have taken authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority.

This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above, and if we did our duty, it might be as full of love.