Success Is Counted Sweetest / By Those

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

When I State Myself, As The Representative Of The Verse, It Does Not Mean Me, But A Supposed Person.

The Soul Selects Her Own Society, Then Shuts The Door; On Her Divine Majority Obtrude No More.

Finite To Fail, But Infinite To Venture.

The Minister Today Preached About Death And Judgment, And What Would Become Of Those Who Behaved Improperly - And Somehow It Scared Me. He Preached Such An Awful Sermon I Didn't Think I Should Ever See You Again Until The Judgment Day. The Subject Of Perdition Seemed To Please Him Somehow.