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Anything Large Enough For A Wish To Light Upon, Is Large Enough To Hang A Prayer Upon.

Friends, If We Be Honest With Ourselves, We Shall Be Honest With Each Other.

One Who Not Merely Beholds The Outward Shows Of Things, But Catches A Glimpse Of The Soul That Looks Out Of Them, Whose Garment And Revelation They Are-if He Be Such, I Say, He Will Stand, For More Than A Moment, Speechless With Something Akin To That Which Made The Morning Stars Sing Together.

Her Face Was Fair And Pretty, With Eyes Like Two Bits Of Night Sky, Each With A Star Dissolved In The Blue.

How Strange This Fear Of Death Is! We Are Never Frightened At A Sunset.