But A Book Is Only The Heart's

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.

They Say That God Is Everywhere, And Yet We Always Think Of Him As Somewhat Of A Recluse.

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, I Shall Not Live In Vain.

You Cannot Put A Fire Out! A Thing That Can Ignite Can Go Itself- Without A Flame- E'en Through The Darkest Night!

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.