God’s cross is always a crown:  our crowns are often crosses.

LOVE is the first and the last and the strongest bond in experience.   It conquers distance, outlives all changes, bears the strain of the most diverse opinions.

O you that have the charge of Love, 
Keep him in rosy bondage bound!

Oh, be swift to love, make haste to be kind!

I LIKE not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved.   The realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.

WE should get a lesson in friendship’s ministry.   Too many wait until those they love are dead, and then bring their alabaster boxes of affection and break them.

But O! no cure but death we find
To sett us free 
From Jealousie,
Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

It is only what we surrender willingly that is ours always, as the wave never loses what it surrenders to the sea.

Love is the forgetfulness of self;  jealousy is the most passionate form of egotism,

FRIENDS – those relations that one makes for one’s self.