A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.