It Needs Brains To Be

I Am An Emptiness For Thee To Fill; My Soul A Cavern For Thy Sea

One Of The Grandest Things In Having Rights Is, That Though They Are Your Rights You May Give Them Up

Any Faith In Him, However Small, Is Better Than Any Belief About Him, However Great.

The Miracles Of Jesus Were The Ordinary Works Of His Father, Wrought Small And Swift That We Might Take Them In.

Why Are All Reflections Lovelier Than What We Call Reality? -- Not So Grand Or So Strong, It May Be, But Always Lovelier? Fair As Is The Gliding Sloop On The Shining Sea, The Wavering, Trembling, Unresting Sail Below Is Fairer Still...all Mirrors Are Magic Mirrors. The Commonest Room Is A Room In A Poem When I Turn To The Glass...there Must Be A Truth Involved In It, Though We May But In Part Lay Hold Of The Meaning.