Where The Heart Lies, Let The Brain

O Never Star Was Lost; Here We All Aspire To Heaven And There Is Heaven Above Us. If I Stoop Into A Dark Tremendous Sea Of Cloud, It Is But For A Time; I Press God's Lamp Close To My Breast; Its Splendor Soon Or Late Will Pierce The Gloom. I Shall Emerge Some Day.

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

In God's Good Time, Which Does Not Always Fall On Saturday When The World Looks For Wages.

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.