Certain Thoughts Are Prayers. There Are Moments

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be Happy! How Pleased We Are With It! How All-sufficient We Think It! How, Being In Possession Of The False Aim Of Life, Happiness, We Forget The True Aim, Duty!

How Did It Happen That Their Lips Came Together? How Does It Happen That Birds Sing, That Snow Melts, That The Rose Unfolds, That The Dawn Whitens Behind The Stark Shapes Of Trees On The Quivering Summit Of The Hill? A Kiss, And All Was Said.

No Religion But Blasphemes A Little.

Give To A Being The Useless, And Deprive Him Of The Needful, And You Have The Gamin.

But When Ill Indeed, Even Dismissing The Doctor Don't Always Succeed.