It Is Not Reason Which Makes Faith

O Woman! Thou Wert Fashioned To Beguile: So Have All Sages Said, All Poets Sung.

Crowds Of Bees Are Giddy With Clover Crowds Of Grasshoppers Skip At Our Feet, Crowds Of Larks At Their Matins Hang Over, Thanking The Lord For A Life So Sweet.

I Have Lived Life Long Enough To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered

A Healthful Hunger For A Great Idea Is The Beauty And Blessedness Of Life.

It Is A Comely Fashion To Be Glad; Joy Is The Grace We Say To God.