We manage to swallow flesh only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing that we do. There are many crimes which are the creation of man himself, the wrongfulness of which is put down to their divergence from habit, custom, or tradition. But cruelty is not of these. It is a fundamental sin, and admits of no argument or nice distinctions. If only we do not allow our heart to grow callous, its protest against cruelty is always clearly heard; and yet we go on perpetrating cruelties easily, merrily, all of us - in fact, anyone who does not join in is dubbed a crank.

Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

I sit at my window gazing The world passes by, nods to me And is gone.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.