I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.