O, then, what graces in my love do dwell
That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell
That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!

If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that read more

If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart is no island cut off from other lands, but a continent that joins to them.

Grace is free sovereign favor to the ill-deserving.

Grace is free sovereign favor to the ill-deserving.

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

We're all stumbling towards the light with varying degrees of grace at any given moment.

We're all stumbling towards the light with varying degrees of grace at any given moment.

There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford.

There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford.

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel read more

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!

My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the
universe. To him, all good things--trout as well read more

My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the
universe. To him, all good things--trout as well as eternal
salvation--come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not
come easy.

LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and read more

LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
-Henry David Thoreau-.