We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.
Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.
Make us happy and you make us good.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!