The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
Thinking as I do that the Creator of this world is a very cruel being, and being a worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: ''the Son, O how unlike the Father!'' First God Almighty comes with a thump on the head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.
Mysteries are not to be solved. They eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.
We are here to learn to endure the beams of love
There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.