The Life Of The Soul Is Incalculable.

It Is So True That A Woman May Be In Love With A Woman, And A Man With A Man. It Is Pleasant To Be Sure Of It, Because It Is Undoubtedly The Same Love That We Shall Feel When We Are Angels.

All Around Us Lies What We Neither Understand Nor Use. Our Capacities, Our Instincts For This Our Present Sphere Are But Half Developed. Let Us Confine Ourselves To That Till The Lesson Be Learned; Let Us Be Completely Natural; Before We Trouble Ourselves With The Supernatural. I Never See Any Of These Things But I Long To Get Away And Lie Under A Green Tree And Let The Wind Blow On Me. There Is Marvel And Charm Enough In That For Me.

I Should Never Stand Alone In This Desert World, But That Manna Would Drop From Heaven, If I Would But Rise With Every Rising Sun To Gather It.

Pain Has No Effect But To Steal Some Of My Time.

There Is Some Danger Lest There Be No Real Religion In The Heart Which Craves Too Much Daily Sympathy.