even if you do the best you can in all things, your human nature must often fall short; so entrust yourself to God's goodness, for his goodness is greater than your failures.

Be fervent in God, and let nothing grieve you, whatever you encounter.

Love has seven names, / Which, as you know, are appropriate to her; / Chain, light, live coal, and fire - / ... dew, living spring, and hell.

May your service of love a beautiful thing; want nothing else, fear nothing else and let love be free to become what love truly is.

Do good under all circumstances, but with no care for any profit, or any blessedness, or any damnation, or any salvation, or any martyrdom; but all you do or omit should be for the honor of Love.

love is that burning fire which devours everything and shall never, never cease in all the endless ages to come.

For this is love's truth; she joins two in one being, makes sweet sour, strangers neighbors, and the lowly noble.

Take care, you who wish / to deal with names / for love. Behind their sweetness / and wrath, nothing endures. / Nothing but wounds and kisses.

I wish to devote all my time / To noble thoughts about great Love.

The soul who is most untouched is the most like to God.

The new year has begun for us. / Now must God grant us with love / That we may be able so to begin it / That it may be of value for Love.

Life is not a dream to be dreamed but a story to be written.

It takes a great deal of labor and love to make ice wine. When you have it with dessert, you miss the point of enjoying it on its own.

The challenge there is that ISIL doesn't have an air force, so the damage done there is not against ISIL, it's against the Syrian regime.

But in action, one defies one's character.

You lose in the end unless you know how the wheel is fixed or can fix it yourself.

Just curious. Does the president of the United States have any advice for other teenage boys in America? Wounded warriors, for example . . .

No literature is sound, no philosophy of action workable, if it doesn't take a hard look at itself.

There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces The guttural sorrow of the refugees.

One keeps searching for ease, she did not say, and not finding it, till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams.

Because you can't intervene everywhere, you don't conclude you can't intervene anywhere.