She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.

I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.

Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

Wipe your glosses with what you know.

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

There is an atmosphere of spiritual effort here. No other city is quite like it. I wake early, often at 5 o'clock, and start writing at once.