I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.