October 22

FOR love, and beauty, and delight;
There is no death, nor change; their might
Exceeds our organs, which endure
No light, being themselves obscure.
Percy B. Shelley

AND yet the love that will be annihilated sooner than treacherous has already made death impossible, and affirms itself no mortal, but a native of the deeps of absolute and inextinguishable being.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

WE know but little now about the conditions of the life that is to come. But what is certain is that Love must last. God, the Eternal God, is Love. Covet therefore that everlasting gift, that one thing which it is certain is going to stand, that one coinage which will be current in the Universe when all the other coinages of all the nations of the world shall be useless and unhonoured. You will give yourselves to many things, give yourself first to Love. Hold things in their proportion. Hold things in their proportion.
Henry Drummond

HE doeth much that loveth much.
Thomas a Kempis


May 24

BE useful where thou livest, that they may
Both want and wish thy pleasing presence still.
Kindness, good parts, great places, are the way
To compass this.           Find out men’s wants and will,
And meet them there.                 All worldly joys go less
To the one joy of doing kindnesses.
George Herbert

TO make any one happy, then, is strictly to augment his store of being, to double the intensity of his life, to reveal him to himself, to ennoble him and transfigure him. Happiness does away with ugliness, and even makes the beauty of beauty. The man who doubts it, can never have watched the first gleams of tenderness dawning in the clear eyes of one who loves;—sunrise itself is a lesser marvel.
Henri F. Amiel

I WONDER why it is that we are not all kinder than we are? How much the world needs it. How easily it is done. How instantaneously it acts. How infallibly it is remembered. How super-abundantly it pays itself back—for there is no debtor in the world so honourable, so superbly honourable, as love.
Henry Drummond

IT is the history of our own kindnesses that alone makes this world tolerable.
Robert Louis Stevenson