And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.

Since when was genius found respectable?

Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!