Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

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

Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for 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.

I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, "Write!"