The winds of grace are blowing all the time, but it is you that must raise your sails.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

A fancy comes to me--that desire can never attain its object--it need never attain it.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity, but I find that thy will knows no end in me, and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.