Every soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps the sky, with the clouds that return after its rain.

If there be music in my reader, I would gladly wake it.

Every truth must be accompanied by some corresponding act.

Trust to God to weave your thread into the great web, though the pattern shows it not yet.

Love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Therefore all that is not beautiful in the beloved, all that comes between and is not of love's kind, must be destroyed. And our God is a consuming fire.

I saw thee ne'er before; I see thee never more; But love, and help, and pain, beautiful one, Have made thee mine, till all my years are done.

The first thing in all progress is to leave something behind.