He who would see the Divinity must see him in his Children.

There is a divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance or death.

[The heart] is the household divinity which, discharging its function, nourishes, cherishes, quickens the whole body, and is indeed the foundation of life, the source of all action.

When the voices of children are heard on the green, / And laughing is heard on the hill, / My heart is at rest within my breast, / And everything else is still.

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, / The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green.

Children of the future AgeReading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove! sweet Love! was thought a crime.