Every Day Is A God, Each Day

Hone And Spread Your Spirit Till You Yourself Are A Sail, Whetted, Translucent, Broadside To The Merest Puff.

We Still And Always Want Waking.

There Is No Shortage Of Good Days. It Is Good Lives That Are Hard To Come By.

Every Spring He Vowed To Quit Teaching School, And Every Summer He Missed His Pupils And Searched For Them On The Streets.

We Live In All We Seek.