Where Christ Brings His Cross He Brings

You're Something Between A Dream And A Miracle.

It Was Not The Apple On The Tree But The Pair On The Ground That Caused The Trouble In The Garden Of Eden.

I Love Thee With The Passion Put To Use In My Old Griefs, And With My Childhood's Faith. I Love Thee With A Love I Seemed To Lose With My Lost Saints,-i Love Thee With The Breath, Smiles, Tears, Of All My Life!-and, If God Choose, I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

Foolishness And Criticism Are So Apt, Do So Naturally Go Together!

The Plague Of Gold Strikes Far And Near.