I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
Measure not the work until the day’s out and the labor done.
I am one who could have forgotten the plague, listening to Boccaccio’s stories; and I am not ashamed of it.
You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me – my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Light tomorrow with today!
Some people always sigh in thanking God.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
He who breathes deepest lives most.
You’re something between a dream and a miracle.
The essence of all beauty, I call love.
His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.
The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, ‘Let no one be called happy till his death;’ to which I would add, ‘Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.’
There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.
Love that endures, from life that disappears!
And I smiled to think God’s greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.
How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.