The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.

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My heart is homesick to-day for the one sweet hour across the sea
of time.

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The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the
earth.

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"Are you too proud to kiss me?" the morning light asks the
buttercup.

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"How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?" asked the little
flower.

"By the simple silence of thy purity," answered the sun.

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Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.

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Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

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Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.

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