What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.

Either sex alone is half itself.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.

The old order changes yielding place to new.