The reward of patience Is patience.

When all is said and done, is there any more wonderful sight, any moment when man's reason is nearer to some sort of contact with the nature of the world than the sowing of seeds, the planting of cuttings, the transplanting of shrubs or the grafting of slips?

You never go away from us, yet we have difficulty in returning to You. Come, Lord, stir us up and call us back. Kindle and seize us. Be our fire and our sweetness. Let us love. Let us run.

Don't let your life give evidence against your tongue. Sing with your voices... sing also with your conduct.

Too late came I to love you, O Beauty both so ancient and so new! Too late came I to love you - and behold you were with me all the time . . .

Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden.

It is not often that we use language correctly; usually we use it incorrectly, though we understand each others meaning.