What If This Present Were The World's

To Know And Feel All This And Not Have The Words To Express It Makes A Human A Grave Of His Own Thoughts.

Filled With Her Love, May I Be Rather Grown Mad With Much Heart, Than Idiot With None.

It Is Too Little To Call Man A Little World; Except God, Man Is A Diminutive To Nothing.

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee