I Have Plenty Of Machinery Around Me;

The Problem In Narcissism Is Not The High Ideals And Ambitions, It's The Difficulty One Encounters When Trying To Give Them Body.

I Thought That The Light-house Looked Lovely As Hope, That Star On Life's Tremulous Ocean.

Love Doesn't Demand Perfection, But It Does Ask You To Give Yourself With Less Reserve Than You'd Prefer.

Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea, When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.

Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which All Heavenly Virtues Shoot.