We live by admiration, hope and love.
...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
A deep distress has humanised my soul.
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.