Get thee to a nunnery.
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.
Our God, who art our winged self, it is thy will in us that willeth. It is thy desire in us that desireth. It is thy urge in us that would turn our nights, which are thine, into days which are thine also. We cannot ask thee for aught, for thou knowest our needs before they are born in us: Thou art our need; and in giving us more of thyself thou givest us all.
This thou must always bear in mind, what is the nature of the whole, and what is my nature, and how this is related to that, and what kind of a part it is of what kind of a whole; and that there is no one who hinders thee from always doing and saying the things which are according to the nature of which thou art a part.
I love thee - I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say, It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day.
Give a drink of water as alms to the birds which go forth at morning, and deem that they have a better right than men [to thy charity]. For their race brings not harm upon thee in any wise, when thou fearest it from thine own race.
Fountain of Love my source is in thee - Loving thy will my spirit is free - Beautiful day when all of us see - The hope of the world is Love!
Ascribe not to any soul that which thou wouldst not have ascribed to thee, and say not that which though doest not.
All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
After thee accumulation of too much history we have lost our innocence, we cannot easily believe in any explanations. We describe rather than feel, we touch rather than explore, we lust rather than adore.
Mock the devil, and he will flee from thee.
A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.
To thee only God granted A heart ever new: To all always open; To all always true.
I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.
NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
A knowledge of thyself will preserve thee from vanity.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
As thou hast created me out of mingled air and glitter, I thank thee for it. [Ger. , Wie aus Duft und Glanz gemischt Du mich schufst, dir dank ich's heut. ]
O Lord, who art our guide even unto death, grant us, I pray Thee, grace to follow Thee whithersoever Thou goest. In little daily duties to which Thou callest us, bow down our wills to simple obedience.
How should thy patience be crowned in heaven if none adversity should befall to thee in earth? If thou wilt suffer none adversity how mayest thou be the friend of Christ?