Love is the beauty of the soul.
Beauty is indeed a good gift of God but that the good may not think it a great good, God dispenses it even to the wicked.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Thou must be emptied of that wherewith thou art full, that thou mayest be filled with that whereof thou art empty.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.
Anger is a weed; hate is the tree.
The weakness of little children's limbs is innocent, not their souls.