Imperfection Means Perfection Hid.

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is Seen In Living Just As Though No God There Were.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

God Is In His Heaven, All's Right With The World.

Ever Judge Of Men By Their Professions. For Though The Bright Moment Of Promising Is But A Moment, And Cannot Be Prolonged, Yet If Sincere In Its Moment's Extravagant Goodness, Why, Trust It, And Know The Man By It, I Say,- Not By His Performance; Which Is Half The World's Work, Interfere As The World Needs Must With Its Accidents And Circumstances: The Profession Was Purely The Man's Own. I Judge People By What They Might Be,- Not Are, Nor Will Be.