Many Might Go To Heaven With Half

Go Into One Of Our Cool Churches, And Begin To Count The Words That Might Be Spared, And In Most Places The Entire Sermon Will Go.

Happy Is The House That Shelters A Friend.

All Loss, All Pain, Is Particular; The Universe Remains To The Heart Unhurt.

What Omniscience Has Music! So Absolutely Impersonal, And Yet Every Sufferer Feels His Secret Sorrow Soothed.

Bring Me Wine, But Wine Which Never Grew In The Belly Of The Grape