I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.

Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.

Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave.

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.

I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.