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For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of read more
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
To love another person is to see the face of God.
Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.
Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.
Caring is a powerful business advantage.
Caring is a powerful business advantage.
In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.
In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.
The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may read more
The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, And therein stay. Look not through read more
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, And therein stay. Look not through the sheltering bars Upon tomorrow; God will help thee bear what comes of joy and sorrow.
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.
