In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed.

They must find it difficult ... those who have taken authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority.

In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed.

This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above, and if we did our duty, it might be as full of love.

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.

All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears.

They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth.