Whom Man Kills, Him God Restoreth To

I'd Rather Be Hissed At For A Good Verse, Than Applauded For A Bad One.

What A Grand Thing, To Be Loved! What A Grander Thing Still, To Love!

It Is By Suffering That Human Beings Become Angels.

An Increase Of Tenderness Always Ended By Boiling Over And Turning To Indignation. He Was At The Point Where We Seek To Adopt A Course, And To Accept What Tears Us Apart.

Desiring Always To Be In Mourning, He Clothed Himself With Night.