This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.
Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, “Here I am!”
Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.
When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.
For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.
That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.