Children bring their own love with them when they come.

It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.

You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?

I am athirst for God, the living God.

I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.

O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!

we wish for more in life rather than more of it.