Was It A Vision Or A Waking

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

I Could Be Martyred For My Religion. Love Is My Religion And I Could Die For That. I Could Die For You.

...yes, In Spite Of All, Some Shape Of Beauty Moves Away The Pall From Out Dark Spirits.

Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings - With Health And Hope We Should Be Content To Live.

How Astonishingly Does The Chance Of Leaving The World Improve A Sense Of Its Natural Beauties Upon Us. Like Poor Falstaff, Although I Do Not 'babble,' I Think Of Green Fields; I Muse With The Greatest Affection On Every Flower I Have Know From My Infancy - Their Shapes And Colours Are As New To Me As If I Had Just Created Them With Superhuman Fancy.