Language Is Surely Too Small A Vessel

The Realization Of Great Mutual Love Can At Times Be So Overwhelming A Thing, That Even The Bravest Of Hearts May Grow Fearful.

You're Neither Unnatural, Nor Abominable, Nor Mad; You're As Much A Part Of What People Call Nature As Anyone Else; Only You're Unexplained As Yet -- You've Not Got Your Niche In Creation. ~ The Well Of Loneliness, 1928

It Is Bad For The Soul To Know Itself A Coward, It Is Apt To Take Refuge In Mere Wordy Violence.

Language Is Surely Too Small A Vessel To Contain These Emotions Of Mind And Body That Have Somehow Awakened A Response In The Spirit.

What A Terrible Thing Could Be Freedom. Trees Were Free When They Were Uprooted By The Wind; Ships Were Free When They Were Torn From Their Moorings; Men Were Free When They Were Cast Out Of Their Homes—free To Starve, Free To Perish Of Cold And Hunger.