Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.
Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.
What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb. If I were a Wise Man I would do my part. Yet what can I give Him? I give Him my heart.
Silence is more musical than any song.
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterward remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
Flowers preach to us if we will hear.
Open wide the windows of our spirits and fill us full of light; open wide the door of our hearts, that we may receive and entertain Thee with all our powers of adoration.
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
My life is like a faded leaf, My harvest dwindled to a husk: Truly my life is void and brief And tedious in the barren dusk; My life is like a frozen thing, No bud nor greenness can I see: Yet rise it shall - the sap of Spring; O Jesus, rise in me.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts, and no one to thank.
Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,Love is like a lovely rose, the world's delight.Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.
My heart is like a singing bird.
Love loves for ever, And finds a sort of joy in pain, And gives with nought to take again, And loves too well to end in vain: Is the gain small then? Love laughs at "never", Outlives our life, exceeds the span Appointed to mere mortal man: All which love is and does and can Is all in all then.
Obedience is the fruit of faith; patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
One day in the country Is worth a month in town
Spring is when life's alive in everything.
Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.
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