Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.

The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.

Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.