The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May

Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is Perfected By Death.

I Love Thee Freely, As Men Strive For Right. I Love Thee Purely, As They Turn From Praise. I Love Thee With The Passion Put To Use

The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call Love, The Attribute, The Evidence, And End, The Consummation To The Inward Sense Of Beauty Apprehended From Without, I Still Call Love.

Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.

Children Use The Fist Until They Are Of Age To Use The Brain.