What is life without the radiance of love?
Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.
Love guides the stars towards each other, the world plan endures only through love.
Time consecrates; and what is gray with age becomes religion.
He that is overcautious will accomplish little.
A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.