The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.
Pain has an element of blank
God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.
The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.