No man can be an exile if he remembers that all the world is one city.
When Christ died, He died for you individually just as much as if you had been the only person in the world.
The promise, made when I am in love, to be true to the beloved as long as I live, commits me to being true even if I cease to be in love.
Once the feet are put right, all the rest of him will follow.
Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.
It is very true. But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did.