My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me. Raise me a daïs of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.

The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.