He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.
If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.
A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.
Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.