We Call Heaven Our Home, As The

Crime Is Not Punished As An Offense Against God, But As Prejudicial To Society.

When A Woman's Heart Is Flowing Over For The First Time With Deep And Passionate Love, She Is All Love. Every Faculty Of Her Soul Rushes Together In The Intensity Of The One Feeling; Thought, Reflection, Conscience, Duty, The Past, The Future, They Are Names To Her Light As The Breath Which Speaks Them; Her Soul Is Full.

The Providence That Watches Over The Affairs Of Men Works Out Of Their Mistakes, At Times, A Healthier Issue Than Could Have Been Accomplished By Their Wisest Forethought.

The Best That We Can Do For One Another Is To Exchange Our Thoughts Freely; And That, After All, Is About All.

I Think There Is A Spiritual Scent In Us Which Feels Mischief Coming, As They Say Birds Scent Storms.