THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



because productive of nothing-, chafe me 

 the year through. I want to be always 

 in company with the sun, and sea, and 

 earth. These and the stars by night 

 are my natural companions. — 'The Story 

 of my Heart.' 



O BEAUTIFUL human life! 

 Tears come in my eyes as 

 I think of it. So beautiful, 

 so inexpressibly beautiful! . . . How 

 willingly I would strew the paths of 

 all with flowers; how beautiful a de- 

 light to make the world joyous ! The 

 song should never be silent, the dance 

 never still, the laugh should sound like 

 water which runs for ever. — ' The Story 

 of my Heart.' 



THE credit given by the un- 

 thinking to the statement 

 that all affairs are directed 

 has been the bane of the world since the 



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