Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep - W. H. Auden

I know nothing, except what everyone knows - if there when Grace dances, I should dance.

All sin tends to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is what is called damnation.

O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.