Who Over-refines His Argument Brings Himself To

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

I Saw The Tracks Of Angels In The Earth: The Beauty Of Heaven Walking By Itself On The World.

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

You Keep To Your Own Ways And Leave Mine To Me.

Perhaps Out There, Somewhere, Someone Is Sighing For Your Absence; And With This Thought, My Soul Begins To Breathe.