The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?

They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.

The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead.

Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived.

He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.

Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.