But You Might As Well Bid A

If All Else Perished, And He Remained, I Should Still Continue To Be; And If All Else Remained, And He Were Annihilated, The Universe Would Turn To A Mighty Stranger.

Last Night, I Was On The Threshold Of Hell. To-day, I Am Within Sight Of My Heaven. I Have My Eyes On It: Hardly Three Feet To Sever Me!

He’s More Myself Than I Am

Treachery And Violence Are Spears Pointed At Both Ends; They Wound Those Who Resort To Them Worse Than Their Enemies.

It Was Not The Thorn Bending To The Honeysuckles, But The Honeysuckles Embracing The Thorn.