Oh, Lord, forgive three sins that are due to my human limitations. Thou art Everywhere, but I worship thee here:Thou art without form, but I worship thee in these forms;Thou needest no praise, yet I o...
They rode out together from the shadows of the trees, leaving the Bala Hissar and the glowing torch of the burning Residency behind them, and spurred away across the flat lands towards the mountains.....
This story was written many moons ago under an apple tree in an orchard in Kent, which is one of England's prettiest counties . . . I had read at least twenty of the [fairy tales] when I noticed somet...