And From The Midst Of

Your Presence Is A Moral Poison That Would Contaminate The Most Virtuous

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.

I'll Walk Where My Own Nature Would Be Leading: It Vexes Me To Choose Another Guide: Where The Grey Flocks In Ferny Glens Are Feeding; Where The Wild Wind Blows On The Mountain-side.

Be With Me Always - Take Any Form - Drive Me Mad! Only Do Not Leave Me In This Abyss, Where I Cannot Find You! Oh, God! It Is Unutterable! I Can Not Live Without My Life! I Can Not Live Without My Soul!

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.