The problem with the world is that we draw the circle of our family too small.
No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Silence is the best response to a fool.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
It is impossible for the mind which is not totally destitute of piety, to behold the sublime, the awful, the amazing works of creation and providence; the heavens with their luminaries, the mountains, the ocean, the storm, the earthquake, and the volcano; the circuit of the seasons and the revolutions of empires; without marking in them all the mighty hand of God, and feeling strong emotions of reverence toward the Author of these stupendous works.
Love is not some complex, mystical abstraction. It is something accessible and human that we learn through our everyday experience, as often at times of failure as in moments of ecstasy.
The tree of life knows that, whatever happens, the warm music spinning around it will never stop. However much death may come, however much blood may flow, the music will dance men and women as long as the air breaths them and the land plows and loves them.
Again, I find it difficult to be taken care of and rarely acknowledge it, and every act he does registers, but I also just need to verbally acknowledge him and hug him.