She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it >>
Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggest >>
Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck >>
The last time I saw him he was walking down lover's lane holding his o >>
If I had only one sermon to preach it would be a sermon against pride. >>
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humilit >>
There is nothing that will kill a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.