Under Affliction In The Very

When The Heart Speaks, However Simple The Words, Its Language Is Always Acceptable To Those Who Have Hearts.

Spring Is My Sweetheart.

Sin Makes Its Own Hell, And Goodness Its Own Heaven.

It Requires Courage To Utter Truth; For The Higher Truth Lifts Her Voice, The Louder Will Error Scream, Until Its Inarticulate Sound Is Forever Silenced In Oblivion

Disease Is An Image Of Thought Externalized.