Why Cannot The Ear Be

Every Tear From Every Eyebecomes A Babe In Eternity.

Expect Poison From The Standing Water.

Sooner Strangle An Infant In Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires.

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

Those Who Enter The Gates Of Heaven Are Not Beings Who Have No Passions Or Who Have Curbed The Passions, But Those Who Have Cultivated An Understanding Of Them.