A Fool Sees Not The Same Tree

Why Stand We Here Trembling Around, Calling On God For Help, And Not Ourselves, In Whom God Dwells?

And Priests In Black Gowns Were Walking Their Rounds And Binding With Briars My Joys And Desires. (from 'the Garden Of Love')

The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God.

Dip Him In The River Who Loves Water.

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.