Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To

This Is What Love Does And Continues To Do. It Tastes Like Honey To Adults And Milk To Children.

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

Don't Dismiss The Heart, Even If It's Filled With Sorrow. God's Treasures Are Buried In Broken Hearts.

The Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why.