Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
Children bring their own love with them when they come.