It Is Not A Bad Thing In

I Will Not Let Thee Go, Except Thou Bless Me.

The Lime Trees Were In Bloom. But In The Early Morning Only A Faint Fragrance Drifted Through The Garden, An Airy Message, An Aromatic Echo Of The Dreams During The Short Summer Night.

God Made The World Round So We Would Never Be Able To See Too Far Down The Road.

My Love Was Both Humble And Audacious, Like That Of A Page For His Lady.

It Is A Good Thing To Be A Great Sinner. Or Should Human Beings Allow Christ To Have Died On The Cross For The Sake Of Our Petty Lies And Our Paltry Whorings