Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.