The Dominant Expression Of A Child Is

Your Voices Break And Falter In The Darkness, Break, Falter, And Are Still.

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.

The Creator Who Could Put A Cancer In A Believer's Stomach Is Above Being Interfered With By Prayers.

If, Of All Words Of Tongue And Pen, The Saddest Are, It Might Have Been,' More Sad Are These We Daily See: 'it Is, But Hadn't Ought To Be!'

One Big Vice In A Man Is Apt To Keep Out A Great Many Smaller Ones.