A Man In Armour Is His Armour's

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.