“ I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed. ”
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
~ Maurice Maeterlinck
For it is our most secret desire that governs and dominates all. If your eyes look for nothing but evil, you will always see evil triumphant; but if you have learned to let your glance rest on sincerity, simpleness, truth, you will ever discover, deep down in all things, the silent overpowering victory of that which you love.
Our lives must be spent seeking our God, for God hides; but His artifices, once they be known, seem so simple and smiling! From that moment, the merest nothing reveals His presence, and the greatness of our life depends on so little.
Should we not invariably act in this life as though the God whom our heart desires with its highest desire were watching our every action?
