Young Men Mend Not Their Sight By

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call In, And Invite God, And His Angels Thither, And When They Are There, I Neglect God And His Angels, For The Noise Of A Fly, For The Rattling Of A Coach, For The Whining Of A Door.

So In A Voice, So In A Shapeless Flame, Angels Affect Us Often.

In Heaven It Is Always Autumn.

Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall Hate All Women So, When Thou Art Gone.

Humiliation Is The Beginning Of Sanctification.