Souls Are Dangerous Things To Carry Straight

It Is Difficult To Get Rid Of People When You Once Have Given Them Too Much Pleasure.

The Soul Hath Snatched Up Mine All Faint And Weak,and Placed It By Thee On A Golden Throne,-- And That I Love (o Soul, We Must Be Meek!)is By Thee Only, Whom I Love Alone.

I Love Thee To The Level Of Everyday's Most Quiet Need, By Sun And Candle Light...i Love Thee With The Breath,smiles,t Ears,of All My Life.

The English Have A Scornful Insular Way Of Calling The French Light.

You Smell A Rose Through A Fence: If Two Should Smell It, What Matter?