You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!
It is finished, is never said of us
Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.
Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.
Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.