Books succeed; and lives fail.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
May the good God pardon all good men.
Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.
Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.