You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.
Every bond is a bond to sorrow.
What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.
God made food; the devil the cooks.
While you have a thing it can be taken from you…..but when you give it, you have given it. no robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.