The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.
O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.