Force Yourself To Reflect On

He Prayeth Best, Who Loveth Best All Things Both Great And Small; For The Dear God Who Loveth Us, He Made And Loveth All.

Love Is The Admiration And Cherishing Of The Amiable Qualities Of The Beloved Person, Upon The Condition Of Yourself Being The Object Of Their Action.

This Is The Course Of Every Evil Deed, That, Propagating Still It Brings Forth Evil.

Love Is Flower Like; Friendship Is Like A Sheltering Tree.

The Words In Prose Ought To Express The Intended Meaning, And No More; If They Attract Attention To Themselves, It Is, In General, A Fault.