Every burden is a blessing.

Every burden is a blessing.

Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.

Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.

I am convinced that the world is not a mere bog in which men and woman trample themselves in the read more

I am convinced that the world is not a mere bog in which men and woman trample themselves in the mire and die. Something magnificent is taking place here amid the cruelties and tragedies, and the supreme challenge to intelligence is that of making the noblest and best in our curious heritage prevail.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

There are times when silence has the loudest voice.

There are times when silence has the loudest voice.

Men are more important than tools. If you don't believe so, put a good tool into the hands of a read more

Men are more important than tools. If you don't believe so, put a good tool into the hands of a poor workman.

To be full of things is to be empty of God. To be empty of things is to
be full read more

To be full of things is to be empty of God. To be empty of things is to
be full of God.

Everything is in motion. Everything flows. Everything is vibrating.

Everything is in motion. Everything flows. Everything is vibrating.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.