Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

Then My Verse I Dishonor, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade And My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; And My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame.

It Is Not Because Angels Are Holier Than Men Or Devils That Makes Them Angels, But Because They Do Not Expect Holiness From One Another, But From God Only.

We Are Here To Learn To Endure The Beams Of Love

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.