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

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!

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

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.