Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.

Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.