“All that is contrary to love and peace is of the Fiend and of his part.”

Our Lord is the ground from whom our prayer grows and in his love and grace he himself gives us our prayers.

For our soul is so preciously loved of him that is highest, that it over-passeth the knowing of all creatures.

He that made all things for love, by the same love keepeth them, and shall keep them without end.

It needeth us to have knowing of the littleness of creatures and to hold as nought all-thing that is made, for to love and have God that is unmade.

A great thing shall I make hereof in Heaven of endless worship and everlasting joys.

Anything less then God, ever me wanteth.

We need to fall, and we need to be aware of it; for if we did not fall, we should not know how weak and wretched we are of ourselves, nor should we know our Maker’s marvellous love so fully.

Charity keepeth us in Faith and Hope, and Hope leadeth us in Charity. And in the end all shall be Charity.

Wherefore me behoveth needs to grant that all-thing that is done, it is well-done: for our Lord God doeth all.

Prayer is the deliberate and persevering action of the soul. It is true and enduring, and full of grace. Prayer fastens the soul to God and makes it one with God’s will.

Our Savior is our true Mother in whom we are endlessly born and out of whom we shall never come.

Where do we begin? Begin with the heart.

For in every soul that shall be saved is a Godly Will that never assented to sin, nor ever shall.

All will be well, and every kind of thing will be well.

We give our intent to love and meekness, by the working of mercy and grace we are made all fair and clean.

Cheerful givers do not count the cost of what they give.

You have to love something before you can hate it.

How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.

Look deep within yourself, and you’ll find something amazing.

You know, we love stories and we love narrative; we love to get lost in an author’s world.

A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman’s love, however badly he may have treated her.

I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you’ve got to let it grow.

You might as well make yourself fly as to make yourself love.