We Could Never Have Loved

I Couldn't Live In Peace If I Put The Shadow Of A Willful Sin Between Myself And God.

Every Year Strips Us Of At Least One Vain Expectation, And Teaches Us To Reckon Some Solid Good In Its Stead.

Upon My Word, I Think The Truth Is The Hardest Missile One Can Be Pelted With.

For What Is Love Itself, For The One We Love Best? An Enfolding Of Immeasurable Cares Which Yet Are Better Than Any Joys Outside Our Love.

But Faithfulness Can Feed On Suffering, And Knows No Disappointment.