Being walkers with the dawn and morning, Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness - Being walkers with the sun and morning. A poem by Langston Hughes. Pictured is downtown Seattle with its King Street Station at dawn.
A widow in black - the crying fall Covers all hearts with a depressing cloud... While her man's words are clearly recalled, She will not stop her lamentations loud. It will be so, until the snow puff Will give a mercy to the pined and tired. Forgetfulness of suffering and love - Though paid by life - what more could be desired?
A rule of life: To change my residence only when circumstances force me to do so; to undertake nothing in the practical sphere on my own initiative, but to delve deeply into the earth on the spot where God has placed me.