O I do so agree with you in <i>Faith</i> being the thing! But Henry (my dear) <i>I can't I can't I can't</i> and <i>I won't</i> (even if it <i>is</i>… - John Cowper Powys

We'll teach it that the humblest insect measuring out its miserable days by the pug-wuggery and skull duggery of the old Slug of Time is worth far more than this defecating bubble!

In the summer when the wind stirs the trees, there is that rushing, swelling sound of masses of heavy foliage, a sound that drowns, in its full-blossomed, undulating, ocean-like murmur, the individual sorrows of trees. But across this leafless unfrequented field these two evergreens could lift to each other their sub-human voices and cry their ancient vegetation-cry, clear and strong; that cry which always seems to come from some underworld of Being, where tragedy is mitigated by a strange undying acceptance beyond the comprehension of the troubled hearts of men and women.

There are only two mortal sins in the world; one of these is to be cruel and the other is to possess, and they are both destructive of happiness.