Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.

Two human loves make one divine.

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

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

With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world!

Some people always sigh in thanking God.