Love that endures, from life that disappears!

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.

Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.

It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.