In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

I have an appetite for silence.

You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter - I didn't mean to make you wicked - but I was - and am - and shall be - and I was with you so much that I couldn't help contaminate.

I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.