The greatest message the world will ever hear is contained in one, simple scale. . .

Miss Bennett: "Books— oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the same feelings."
"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. . ."
"Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. . . For you alone, I think and plan. "
"My beloved is mine and I am his." ~ Song of Solomon




