He Who Kisses Joy As It Flies

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

Every Thing Possible To Be Believ'd Is An Image Of Truth.

A Good Local Pub Has Much In Common With A Church, Except That A Pub Is Warmer, And There's More Conversation.

The Glory Of Christianity Is To Conquer By Forgiveness.

None But Blockheads Copy Each Other.