Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.

Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.

Good Demeter mothering keeps a child in the heat and passion of life which immortalize and establish soulfulness. Mothering involves not only physical survival and achievement—Demeter's grain and fruit—it is also concerned with guiding a child to his or her unknown depths and the mystery of fate.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don't bring to them enough imagination

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.