I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...
Within a Budding GroveBut the old man would not so, but slew his son, And half the seed of Europe, one by one.
The War PoemsThe best beauty treatment of all is time spent quietly before the Lord.
A Woman's Walk with God: Growing in the Fruit of the SpiritEach moment of the happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.
The Younger Brother; Or, the Amorous JiltShed not recklessly the blood of another with thy sword, Lest the Sword on High falls upon thy neck.
ZafarnamaHe who trusts, however, in an oath on God, His Protection also in He; in need, He shows the Path.
ZafarnamaI also wish I'd been born with a clearly defined talent for something, or else stupid.
Cooking with Fernet Branca