The Mobile For All Ages
Absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment
The Mobile of Your Life
Which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence
The Mobile For All Ages
Like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that
The Apps That Eats Like a Meal
Full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God! O my friend, but it is too much for my strength
Let the Apps Take the Strain
Floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul