Art Is Much, But Love Is More.

Some People Always Sigh In Thanking God.

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways.

First Time He Kissed Me, He But Only Kissed The Fingers Of This Hand Wherewith I Write; And, Ever Since, It Grew More Clean And White.

Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.