Until I truly loved, I was alone.

A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought—what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.

They serve God well, who serve his creatures.

Oh, there at last, life's trials past, / We'll meet our loved ones more, / Whose feet have trod the path to God, -- / Not lost, but gone before.

I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.

God made all pleasures innocent.

Until I truly loved, I was alone.