I Don't Know How Much Longer I

Have Patience, Heart.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

You Know, The One With All The Well Meaning Rules That Don't Work Out In Real Life, Uh, Christianity.