Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.

The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.

Gratitude is heaven itself.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.