To Some Will Come A Time When

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

Ah, When Shall Come Love's Courage To Be Strong! Tell Me, O Lord--tell Me, O Lord, How Long Are We To Keep Christ Writhing On The Cross!

Pity Is Like A Knife, Sometimes, And It May Pierce One Who Employs It More Shrewdly Than The Victim It Would Save.

The Stillness Of October Gold Went Out Like Beauty From A Face.

Language That Tells Us, Through A More Or Less Emotional Reaction, Something That Can Not Be Said.