... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.
Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.
Love can do all but raise the Dead.
You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!
The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.
The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.