What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

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.

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

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

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

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.