Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger.
Reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood.
Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but pride mineth deeper; it is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul.
Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.