The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.
Silence is more musical than any song.
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.
Heaven is the presence of God.
What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.