Where Christ Brings His Cross He Brings

Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

As The Moths Around A Taper, As The Bees Around A Rose, As The Gnats Around A Vapour, So The Spirits Group And Close Round About A Holy Childhood, As If Drinking Its Repose.

Earth's Crammed With Heaven.

And Is It Not The Chief Good Of Money, The Being Free From The Need Of Thinking Of It?

I Should Not Dare To Call My Soul My Own.