THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



I THINK that those who have an 

 imaginative corner in their hearts 

 are better than those who have 

 not. They have a shrine— to a shrine 

 we bring our aspirations; there they 

 accumulate and secretly influence our 

 lives. — 'The Dewy Morn.' 



A BOVE the clear sky was full of 

 /-\ stars, and among them the 

 -*- ^ beautiful planet Jupiter shone 

 serene. The sky was of a lovely night 

 blue ; it was an hour to think, to dream, 

 to revere, to love— a time when, if ever 

 it will, the soul reigns, and the coarse 

 rude acts of day are forgotten in the 

 aspirations of the inmost mind. 

 The night was calm— still ; it was in no 

 haste to do anything— it had nothing 

 it needed to do. To be is enough for 

 the stars.—' The Dewy Morn.' 



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