Dreams Or Illusions, Call Them What You

In The Mouths Of Many Men Soft Words Are Like Roses That Soldiers Put Into The Muzzles Of Their Muskets On Holidays.

The Poor Too Often Turn Away Unheard, From Hearts That Shut Against Them With A Sound That Will Be Heard In Heaven.

Time Is The Life Of The Soul.

There Is No Grief Like The Grief That Does Not Speak.

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.