Love Spends His All, And Still Hath

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.

Stars Which Stand As Thick As Dewdrops On The Field Of Heaven.

Write To The Mind And Heart, And Let The Ear Glean After What It Can.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!