He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.

The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.

He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.