My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into

Mans Desires Are Limited By His Perceptions; None Can Desire What He Has Not Perceived.

Truth Can Never Be Told So As To Be Understood And Not Be Believed.

The Reason Milton Wrote In Fetters When He Wrote Of Angels And God, And At Liberty When Of Devils And Hell, Is Because He Was A True Poet And Of The Devil's Party Without Knowing It.

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be No Heaven Without Gratitude.

If You, Who Are Organised By Divine Providence For Spiritual Communion, Refuse, And Bury Your Talent In The Earth, Even Though You Should Want Natural Bread, Sorrow And Desperation Pursue You Through Life, And After Death Shame And Confusion Of Face To Eternity.