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

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago

Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

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

Heaven is the presence of God.

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.