I Was Never The Kind Of Painter

The Greatest Risk To Man Is Not That He Aims To High And Misses, But That He Aims To Low And Hits.

Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was Like A Stair; A Lamp Unto My Feet, That Sun Was Given; And Death Was Safety And Great Joy To Find; But Dying Now, I Shall Not Climb To Heaven.

Death And Love Are The Two Wings That Bear The Good Man To Heaven.

Nature Did All Things Well

Read The Heart And Not The Letter For The Pen Cannot Draw Near The Good Intent.