Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful Land Of Nod.

Talk faith. The world is better off without, Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.

Whatever is... is best.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod, And no one can save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.