Our Words Are Giants When They Do

And Earth Was Heaven A Little The Worse For Wear. And Heaven Was Earth, Done Up Again To Look Like New.

The Law Will Argue Any Thing, With Any Body Who Will Pay The Law For The Use Of Its Brains And Its Time.

We Neither Know Nor Judge Ourselves; Others May Judge, But Cannot Know Us. God Alone Judges And Knows Us.

Men Little Know When They Say Hard Things To Us How Well We Remember Them, And How Much Harm They Do Us.

The Woman Who First Gives Life, Light, And Form To Our Shadowy Conceptions Of Beauty, Fills A Void In Our Spiritual Nature That Has Remained Unknown To Us Till She Appeared. Sympathies That Lie Too Deep For Words, Too Deep Almost For Thoughts, Are Touched, At Such Times, By Other Charms Than Those Which The Senses Feel And Which The Resources Of Expression Can Realise. The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.