Come, Follow Me, And Leave The World

Love And The Gentle Heart Are But The Same Thing.

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.

Lying In A Featherbed Will Bring You No Fame, Nor Staying Beneath The Quilt, And He Who Uses Up His Life Without Achieving Fame Leaves No More Vestige Of Himself On Earth Than Smoke In The Air Or Foam Upon The Water.

My Soul Tasted That Heavenly Food, Which Gives New Appetite While It Satiates.

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.