What If My Words Were Meant For

My Childhood Was Full Of Deep Sorrows - Colic, Whooping-cough, Dread Of Ghosts, Hell, Satan, And A Deity In The Sky Who Was Angry When I Ate Too Much Plumcake.

Perfect Love Has A Breath Of Poetry Which Can Exalt The Relations Of The Least-instructed Human Beings.

Sweet Truth Is A Queen Proud And Mighty-- Her Throne Is In Heaven Above.

The Sweetest Of All Success Is That Which One Wins By Hard Exertion.

I Am Not Magnanimous Enough To Like People Who Speak To Me Without Seeming To See Me