Ah, Yes, The Sea Is Still And

The Human Voice Is The Organ Of The Soul.

Love Gives Itself; It Is Not Bought.

So Disasters Come Not Singly; But As If They Watched And Waited, Scanning One Another's Motions, When The First Descends, The Others Follow, Follow, Gathering Flock-wiseround Their Victim, Sick And Wounded, First A Shadow, Then A Sorrow, Till The Air Is Dark With Anguish.

Every Man Has A Paradise Around Him Till He Sins, And The Angel Of An Accusing Conscience Drives Him From His Eden.

And When She Was Good She Was Very Very Good. But When She Was Bad She Was Horrid.