That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.
Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.
Tyranny is yielding to the lust of the governing.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.