No Man Is An Island, Entire Of

There Is In Every Miracle A Silent Chiding Of The World, And A Tacit Reprehension Of Them Who Require, Or Who Need Miracles.

As God Loves A Cheerful Giver, So He Also Loves A Cheerful Taker. Who Takes Hold Of His Gifts With A Glad Heart.

The Day Breaks Not, It Is My Heart.

Thy Face Is Mine Eye, And Mine Is Thine.

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.