In Each Fire There Is A Spirit;

They Yearn For What They Fear For.

All Of Nature Is God's Art.

O Power Of Fantasy That Steals Our Minds From Things Outside, To Leave Us Unaware, Although A Thousand Trumpets May Blow Loud--what Stirs You If The Senses Show You Nothing? Light Stirs You, Formed In Heaven, By Itself, Or By His Will Who Sends It Down To Us.

Love Insists The Loved Loves Back

No Sorrow Is Deeper Than The Remembrance Of Happiness When In Misery.