Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.
But we believe – nay, Lord we only hope, That one day we shall thank thee perfectly For pain and hope and all that led or drove Us back into the bosom of thy love.
The first thing a kindness deserves is acceptance, the second, transmission.
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
There are thousands willing to do great things for one willing to do a small thing.
Love is the opener as well as closer of eyes.
