He... Was Attached By Ties Stronger Than

He Turned, As He Spoke, A Peculiar Look In Her Direction, A Look Of Hatred Unless He Has A Most Perverse Set Of Facial Muscles That Will Not, Like Those Of Other People, Interpret The Language Of His Soul.

If All Else Perished, And He Remained, I Should Still Continue To Be; And If All Else Remained, And He Were Annihilated, The Universe Would Turn To A Mighty Stranger.

I Never Told My Love Vocally Still.

I Cannot Love Thee; Thou 'rt Worse Than Thy Brother. Go, Say Thy Prayers, Child, And Ask God's Pardon. I Doubt Thy Mother And I Must Rue That We Ever Reared Thee!

I Love The Ground Under His Feet, And The Air Over His Head, And Everything He Touches And Every Word He Says. I Love All His Looks, And All His Actions And Him Entirely And All Together.