I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy & willing to die.

Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.

For some reason or other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood.

I knew I wouldn't ever trade all this whirling about my head for Russia or heaven or anything on earth.

One who loves God retains this humility at all times, not with weariness and struggle, but with pleasure and gladness.

Thou wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine - A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers…

And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be lovely still, My Mary!