Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.

Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.