and nothing quite so least as truth -i say though hate were why men breathe- because my father lived his soul love is the whole and more than all

my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height

love is the every only god

Women and men (both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain: all by all and deep by dee…

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.

The hero of my tale, whom I love with all the power of my soul, whom I have tried to portray in all his beauty, who has been, is, and will be beautiful, is Tru…

Loved once for ever loved: how surely sounds This gospel to me since I learned to list Truth from thy lips, mine own evangelist. What thought presumes to set n…