My heart contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.

Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

All hope is lost of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear.

So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

Confidence imparts a wonderful inspiration to the possessor.

The sacred influence of light appears.