Solitude Is A Torment Which

When God's Hand Is Bent To Strike, It Is A Fearful Thing To Fall Into The Hands Of The Living God ; But To Fall Out Of The Hands Of The Living God Is A Horror Beyond Our Expression, Beyond Our Imagination.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.

That Which Attempts To Elevate The Ugly To The Level Of Beauty Becomes Neither; But An Obscenity.

My Love Though Silly Is More Brave.