People are timid and apologetic; they are no longer upright; they dare not say "I think," "I am," but quote some saint or sage. They are ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose. These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day.

We are wiser than we know.

I am a part and parcel of God.

I am always insincere, as always knowing there are other moods.

These times of ours are series and full of calamity, but all times are essentially alike. As soon as there is life there is danger.

We dare not trust our wit for making our house pleasant to our friend, so we buy ice cream.

Yet time and space are but inverse measures of the force of the soul. The spirit sports with time.