Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea

If I Were In Heaven, Nelly, I Should Be Extremely Miserable." "because You Are Not Fit To Go There," I Answered. "all Sinners Would Be Miserable In Heaven.

Honest People Don't Hide Their Deeds.

I Love The Ground Under His Feet, And The Air Over His Head, And Everything He Touches And Every Word He Says. I Love All His Looks, And All His Actions And Him Entirely And All Together.

And From The Midst Of Cheerless Gloom I Passed To Bright Unclouded Day.

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.