Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?
'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.
Thought is the soul of act.
God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.