Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or

A Prayer May Chance To Rise From One Whose Heart Lives In The Grace Of God. A Prayer From Any Other Is Unheeded.

Doubting Pleases Me No Less Than Knowing

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.

As Little Flowers, Which The Chill Of Night Has Bent And Huddled, When The White Sun Strikes, Grow Straight And Open Fully On Their Stems, So Did I, Too, With My Exhausted Force.

From A Little Spark May Burst A Flame.