God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In

Lose Who May-i Still Can Say, Those Who Win Heaven, Blest Are They!

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

I Write From A Thorough Conviction That It Is The Duty Of Me, And With The Belief That, After Every Drawback And Shortcoming, I Do My Best, All Things Considered--that Is For Me, And, So Being, The Not Being Listened To By One Human Creature Would, I Hope, In Nowise Affect Me.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

What A Thing Friendship Is - World Without End.