Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together.
What a thing friendship is - World without end.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
What so wild as words are?
Most progress is most failure.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.
Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out — not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!
Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.
The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!
Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.
Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.
At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.
Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?
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