Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Trust is the lubrication that makes it possible for organizations to work.

Trust is the lubrication that makes it possible for organizations to work.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- read more

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything.

Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre read more

Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre To cultivate the sense of the beautiful, is one of the most effectual ways of cultivating an appreciation of the divine goodness.

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable read more

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable --should persist after the beauty was gone.

I desire not to desire, for my will is without value, since I am ignorant in any case. Therefore choose read more

I desire not to desire, for my will is without value, since I am ignorant in any case. Therefore choose Thou for me what thou knowest to be best and do not put my perdition in what my autonomy and free choice prefer.

People may or may not say what they mean ... but they always say something designed to get what they read more

People may or may not say what they mean ... but they always say something designed to get what they want.

Before marriage a man yearns for a woman. Afterward the "y" is silent.

Before marriage a man yearns for a woman. Afterward the "y" is silent.

Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.