Favorite Poems, Prayers, Scripture & Sayings

Pithy Sayings

Hell and Chancery are always open.

- Anonymous

He is your friend who pushes you nearer to God.

- Abraham Kuyper (1837 - 1920)

Mercy has converted more souls than zeal, or
eloquence, or learning or all of them together.

- Soren Kierkegaard (1813 - 1855)

Love is God's nature. He can do naught else.
Wouldst thou Be God, then likewise love in every instant's Now.

- Angelus Silesius (1624 - 1677)

Love is so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.

- Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon,
but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841 - 1935)

I would define true courage to be a perfect sensibility of
the measure of danger, and a mental willingness to endure it.

- William Tecumseh Sherman (1820 - 1891)

Pressure makes diamonds.

- George Patton, Jr. (1885 - 1945)

Go, stranger, and tell the Lacedaemonians
that we lie here in obedience to their laws.

- Tomb of the Spartans at Thermopylae, 480 B.C.

Beware how you take away hope from another human being.

- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841 - 1935)

One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth,
it at least serves as a rule of life, and there is nothing better.

- Blaise Pascal, Pensees (1623 - 1662)

Better to remain silent and be thought a fool
than to speak out and remove all doubt.

- Abraham Lincoln (1809 - 1865)

We are made immortal by this kiss,
by the contemplation of beauty.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)

Human action can be modified to some extent,
but human nature cannot be changed.

- Abraham Lincoln (1809 - 1865)

Why has government been instituted at all? Because the passions of man
will not conform to the dictates of reason and justice without constraint.

- Alexander Hamilton (1755 - 1804)

No man's life, liberty or property are safe while the legislature is in session.

- Judge Gideon J. Tucker, 1876

The spirit of liberty is the spirit which is not too sure that it is right;
the spirit of liberty is the spirit which seeks to understand
the minds of other men and women.

- Judge Learned Hand (1872 - 1961)

I make up my opinions from facts and reasoning,
and not to suit any body but myself. If people don't like my opinions,
it makes little difference as I don't solicit their opinions or votes.

- William Tecumseh Sherman (1820 - 1891)

Come look on me as you pass by,
As you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, so you must be.
Prepare for death and follow me

-Gravestone of E.D. Barber, d. 1851, age 20 yr 7 m. 9 d.

Death tugs at my ear and says: Live; I am coming.

- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. (1841 - 1935)

Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees.

- Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson (1824 - 1863)

Not-So Pithy Sayings

Man is the soul in the fullness of its nature--an incarnated spirit, whose unity is that he is wholly spirit, but a spirit whose destiny is to fulfill itself on the horizon of matter in a dialogue with matter and in a progressive approach toward intellectual formation and spiritual unification.

- St. Thomas Aquinas, 1260

The beautiful soul has no other merit except to be. With an admirable lightness, as if acting only from instinct, the beautiful soul accomplishes the most painful moral duties given to man; and the most heroic sacrifice to which it submits its natural drives. Thus, the beautiful soul is never itself conscious of the beauty of its actions, and it never imagines that one could act and feel otherwise.

- Friedrich Schiller, Grace and Dignity (1793)

When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the little space which I fill and even can see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant and which know me not, I am frightened and am astonished at being here rather than there; for there is no reason why here rather than there, why now rather than then. Who has put me here? By whose order and direction have this place and time been allotted to me?

- Blaise Pascal, Pensees (1623 - 1662)

Man is created to praise, reverence, and serve God
our Lord, and by this means to save his soul.

And the other things on the face of the earth are created for man
and that they may help him in prosecuting the end for which he is created.

From this it follows that man is to use them as much as they help him
on to his end, and ought to rid himself of them so far as they hinder him as to it.

- St. Ignatius of Loyola, 1522

But how are you to see into a virtuous Soul and know its loveliness?
Withdraw into yourself and look. And if you do not find yourself
beautiful yet, act as does the creator of a statue that is to be made
beautiful: he cuts away here, he smooths there, he makes this line
lighter, this other purer, until a lovely face has grown upon his
work. So do you also: cut away all that is excessive, straighten all
that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labour to make all
one glow of beauty and never cease chiselling your statue . .

- Plotinus (ca. 205 - 270 A.D.)

It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people.

- C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity (1898 - 1963)

For, in fact, what is man in nature? A Nothing in comparison with the Infinite, an All in comparison with the Nothing, a mean between nothing and everything. Since he is infinitely removed from comprehending the extremes, the end of things and their beginning are hopelessly hidden from him in an impenetrable secret; he is equally incapable of seeing the Nothing from which he was made, and the Infinite in which he is swallowed up.

- Blaise Pascal, Pensees (1623 - 1662)

What? you will say, can I by my own action change divine knowledge, so that if I choose now one thing, now another, Providence too will seem to change its knowledge? No; divine insight precedes all future things, turning them back and recalling them to the present time of its own peculiar knowledge. It does not change, as you may think, between this and that alternation of foreknowledge. It is constant in preceding and embracing by one glance all your changes. And God does not receive this ever-present grasp of all things and vision of the present at the occurrence of future events, but from His own peculiar directness. Whence also is that difficulty solved which you laid down a little while ago, that it was not worthy to say that our future events were the cause of God's knowledge. For this power of knowledge, ever in the present and embracing all things in its perception, does itself constrain all things, and owes naught to following events from which it has received naught.

- Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy (480 - 524 A.D.)

Begin the morning by saying to thyself, I shall meet with the busy-body, the ungrateful, arrogant, deceitful, envious, unsocial. All these things happen to them by reason of their ignorance of what is good and evil. But I who have seen the nature of the good that it is beautiful, and of the bad that it is ugly, and the nature of him who does wrong, that it is akin to me, not only of the same blood or seed, but that it participates in the same intelligence and the same portion of the divinity, I can neither be injured by any of them, for no one can fix on me what is ugly, nor can I be angry with my kinsman, nor hate him, For we are made for co-operation, like feet, like hands, like eyelids, like the rows of the upper and lower teeth. To act against one another then is contrary to nature; and it is acting against one another to be vexed and to turn away.

- Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (121 - 180)

Let us imagine a number of men in chains and all condemned to death, where some are killed each day in the sight of the others, and those who remain see their own fate in that of their fellows and wait their turn, looking at each other sorrowfully and without hope. It is an image of the condition of men.

- Blaise Pascal, Pensees (1623 - 1662)

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind,
people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful,
you will win some false friends and some true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you.
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building
someone could destroy overnight.
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will forget tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

- Agnes Gonxhe Bojaxhiu (1910 - 1997)


Love, What Is Love

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

Love - what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.

High Flight

John Gilespie Magee, Jr. (1922 - 1941)

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds... and done a hundred things...
You have not dreamed of ... wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delerious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

The Mirror

A. A. Milne (1882 - 1956)

Between the woods the afternoon
Is fallen in a golden swoon,
The sun looks down from quiet skies
To where a quiet water lies,
And silent trees stoop down to trees.
And there I saw a white swan make
Another white swan in the lake;
And, breast to breast, both motionless,
They waited for the wind's caress. . . .
And all the water was at ease.

A Divine Image

William Blake (1757 - 1827)

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

What is This Love

Francesco Landini (1325 - 1397)

What is this love that heaven produces
to make your light even more evident?

She is so lovely, honest and sweet,
light, gracious, comely and beautiful,
that whosoever beholds her is suddenly heartstruck
by those beautiful eyes that outshine the stars.

And whoever is permitted to remain gazing at her
is led to all joy and virtue.

Love and Death

Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

What time the mighty moon was gathering light
Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise,
And all about him roll'd his lustrous eyes;
When, turning round a cassia, full in view,
Death, walking all alone, beneath a yew,
And talking to himself, first met his sight:
'You must begone,' said Death, 'these walks are mine.'
Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight;
Yet ere he parted said, 'This hour is thine:
Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree
Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath,
So in the light of great eternity
Life eminent creates the shade of death;
The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall,
But I shall reign for ever over all.'


Patrick Pearse (1879 - 1916)

Naked have I seen thee
O Beauty of Beauty
And I blinded my eyes,
For fear I should fail.

I heard thy music
O melody of melody,
And I closed my ears,
For fear I should falter.

I tasted thy mouth,
O sweetness of sweetness,
And I hardened my heart,
For fear of my slaying.

I blinded my eyes,
And I closed my ears,
I hardened my heart
And I smothered my desire.

I turned my back,
On the vision I had shaped,
And to this road before me,
I turned my face.

I have turned my face,
To this road before me,
To the deed that I see,
And the death I shall die.


Torquato Tasso (1544 - 1595)

What dew or what weeping,
What tears were those
That I saw scattered from the
Cloak of night and from the candid faces of the stars?
And why did the white moon
Sow a pure mist of crystalline stars
In the bosom of the fresh grass?
Why in the umber air
Were heard, as if in pain, round and around,
The winds stirring till daybreak?
Could these be signs of your departure,
Life of my life?

Awed by Her Splendor

Sappho (630 - 570 B.C.)

Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
when she
is roundest and lights
earth with her silver

Musee des Beaux Arts

W.H. Auden (1907 - 1973)

About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Brueghel's Icarus for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.


George Herbert (1593 - 1633)

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lack'd any thing.

Without Warning

Sappho (630 - 570 B.C.)

Without Warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart

A Fragment of Petronius

Benjamin Jonson (1572 - 1637)

Doing, a filthy pleasure is, and short;
And done, we straight repent us of the sport.
Let us not then rush blindly on unto it,
Like lustful beasts that only know to do it,
For lust will languish, and that heat decay,
But thus, thus, keeping endless holiday,
Let us together closely lie, and kiss,
There is no labor, nor no shame in this;
This hath pleased, doth please, and long will please; never
Can this decay, but is beginning ever.

He Overflows with Virtue

Francesco Landini (1325 - 1397)

He overflows with virtue who is without vice,
who serves Love with faith and for no other reason.

Love does not esteem power or riches,
persons of high birth or station;
it looks for common sense, virtue, and gentleness
in a courteous and wise heart.

He who is gifted with honesty
will be given a place to serve in Love's abode.

The Garden of Prosperine

Algernon Swinburne (1837 - 1909)

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Then star nor sun shall waken,
Nor any change of light:
Nor sound of waters shaken,
Nor any sound or sight:
Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,
Nor days nor things diurnal;
Only the sleep eternal
In an eternal night.

Dust of Snow

Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

A Question Answered

William Blake (1757 - 1827)

What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.

My Love in Her Attire


My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on;
But Beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone.


Sappho (630 - 570 B.C.)

Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal


Absalom, Absalom

William Faulkner (1897 - 1962)

Because there is something in the touch of flesh with flesh which abrogates, cuts sharp and straight across the devious intricate channels of decorous ordering, which enemies as well as lovers know because it makes them both:--touch and touch of that which is the citadel of the central I-Am's private own.


Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)

Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downward through the mud and slush of opinion, and prejudice, and tradition, and delusion, and appearance, that alluvion which covers the globe, through Paris and London, through New York and Boston and Concord, through Church and State, through poetry and philosophy and religion, till we come to a hard bottom and rocks in place, which we can call reality, and say, This is, and no mistake; and then begin, having a point d'appui, below freshet and frost and fire, a place where you might found a wall or a state, or set a lamp-post safely, or perhaps a gauge, not a Nilometer, but a Realometer, that future ages might know how deep a freshet of shams and appearances had gathered from time to time. If you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as if it were a cimeter, and feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business.

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars. I cannot count one. I know not the first letter of the alphabet. I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things. I do not wish to be any more busy with my hands than is necessary. My head is hands and feet. I feel all my best faculties concentrated in it. My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these hills. I think that the richest vein is somewhere hereabouts; so by the divining-rod and thin rising vapors I judge; and here I will begin to mine.

Meditation 17: Devotions upon Emergent Occassions

John Donne (1572-1631)

No man is an island. entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine own were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

A Prayer for My Daughter

William Butler Yeats, June 1919

In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty's very self, has charm made wise,
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

Blue Meridian

Peter Matthiessen

The shark passed slowly, first the slack jaw with the triangular splayed teeth, then the dark eye, impenetrable and empty as the eye of God, next the gill slits like knife slashes in paper, then the pale slab of the flank, aflow with silver ripplings of light, and finally the thick short twitch of its hard tail. Its aspect was less savage than implacable, a silent thing of merciless serenity.

The Black Cat

Edgar Allen Poe (1809 - 1849)

And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of perverseness. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart--one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my final overthrow. It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself--to offer violence to its own nature--to do wrong for the wrong's sake only--that urged me to continue and finally to consummate the injury I had inflicted upon the unoffending brute. One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; --hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; --hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; --hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin --a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it --if such a thing were possible --even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

The Divine Comedy

Dante (1265 - 1321)

Canto III

THROUGH me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.

True Grit

Charles Portis

Lucky Ned Pepper said, "What is your intention? Do you think one on four is a dogfall?"
Rooster said, "I mean to kill you in one minute, Ned, or see you hanged in Fort Smith at Judge Parker's convenience! Which will you have?"
Lucky Ned Pepper laughed. He said, "I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man!"
Rooster said, "Fill your hand, you son of a bitch!"

Song Lyrics

Prayer of St. Francis

Make me a channel of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me bring your love.
Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord,
And where there's doubt, true faith in you.

Make me a channel of your peace.
Where there's despair in life, let me bring hope.
Where there is darkness only light,
And where there's sadness ever joy.

O Master, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved, as to love, with all my soul.

Make me a channel of your peace.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
In giving of ourselves that we receive,
And in dying that we're born to eternal life.

Play Me

Neil Diamond (1941 - )

She was morning
And I was night time
I one day woke up
To find her lying
Beside my bed
I softly said
Come take me

For I've been lonely
In need of someone
As though I'd done
Someone wrong somewhere
But I don't know where
I don't know where
Come lately

You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me

Song she sang to me
Song she brang to me
Words that rang in me
Rhyme that sprang from me
Warmed the night
And what was right
Became me

You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me

And so it was
That I came to travel
Upon the road
That was thorned and narrow
Another place
Another grace
Would save me

You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me


The Eagle and the Hawk

John Denver (1943 - 1997)

I am the Eagle I live in high country
in rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky
I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
but time is still turning they soon will be dry
and all those who see me and all who believe in me
share in the freedom I feel when I fly

Come dance with the west wind
and touch all the mountaintops
sail all the canyons and up to the stars
and reach for the heavens and hope for the future
all that we can be not what we are


Mark 1:17

And Jesus said to them: Come after me;
and I will make you to become fishers of men.

Matthew 6: 25-34

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span? Why are you anxious about clothes? Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith? So do not worry and say, 'What are we to eat?' or 'What are we to drink?' or 'What are we to wear?' All these things the pagans seek. Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides. Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself. Sufficient for a day is its own evil.

2 Corinthians 4:16 - 5:1

Therefore, we are not discouraged; rather, although
our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being
renewed day by day.
For this momentary light affliction is producing for us an
eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison,
as we look not to what is seen but to what is unseen;
for what is seen is transitory, but what is unseen is eternal.
For we know that if our earthly dwelling, a tent, should
be destroyed, we have a building from God, a dwelling
not made with hands, eternal in heaven.

I Corinthians 15:35-58

But someone may say, "How are the dead raised? With what kind of body will they come back?" You fool! What you sow is not brought to life unless it dies. And what you sow is not the body that is to be but a bare kernel of wheat, perhaps, or of some other kind; but God gives it a body as he chooses, and to each of the seeds its own body. Not all flesh is the same, but there is one kind for human beings, another kind of flesh for animals, another kind of flesh for birds, and another for fish. There are both heavenly bodies and earthly bodies, but the brightness of the heavenly is one kind and that of the earthly another. The brightness of the sun is one kind, the brightness of the moon another, and the brightness of the stars another. For star differs from star in brightness. So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown corruptible; it is raised incorruptible. It is sown dishonorable; it is raised glorious. It is sown weak; it is raised powerful. It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual one. So, too, it is written, "The first man, Adam, became a living being," the last Adam a life-giving spirit. But the spiritual was not first; rather the natural and then the spiritual. The first man was from the earth, earthly; the second man, from heaven. As was the earthly one, so also are the earthly, and as is the heavenly one, so also are the heavenly. Just as we have borne the image of the earthly one, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly one. This I declare, brothers: flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does corruption inherit incorruption. Behold, I tell you a mystery. We shall not all fall asleep, but we will all be changed, in an instant, in the blink of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For that which is corruptible must clothe itself with incorruptibility, and that which is mortal must clothe itself with immortality.

Luke 20:34 - 38

Jesus said to them, The children of this age marry and remarry; but those who are deemed worthy to attain to the coming age and to the resurrection of the dead neither marry nor are given in marriage. They can no longer die, for they are like angels; and they are the children of God because they are the ones who will rise. That the dead will rise even Moses made known in the passage about the bush, when he called 'Lord' the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob; and he is not God of the dead, but of the living, for to him all are alive.

Matthew 22:36-39

Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?
He said to him, "You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.
This is the greatest and the first commandment.
The second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself."

Matthew 20:27-28

Whoever wishes to be first among you must be your slave;
just as the Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve, and to
give his life a ransom for many.

John 3:14-21

And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the desert, so must the Son of man be lifted up: That whosoever believeth in him may not perish, but may have life everlasting. For God so loved the world, as to give his only begotten Son: that whosoever believeth in him may not perish, but may have life everlasting. For God sent not his Son into the world, to judge the world: but that the world may be saved by him. He that believeth in him is not judged. But he that doth not believe is already judged: because he believeth not in the name of the only begotten Son of God. And this is the judgment: Because the light is come into the world and men loved darkness rather than the light: for their works were evil. For every one that doth evil hateth the light and cometh not to the light, that his works may not be reproved. But he that doth truth cometh to the light, that his works may be made manifest: because they are done in God.

John 1:1-5, 14

In the beginning was the Word: and the Word was with God: and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him: and without him was made nothing that was made. In him was life: and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness: and the darkness did not comprehend it. And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us (and we saw his glory, the glory as it were of the only begotten of the Father), full of grace and truth.

John 9:39-41

Then Jesus said, "I came into this world for judgment, so that those
who do not see might see, and those who do see might become blind."
Some of the Pharisees who were with him heard
this and said to him, "Surely we are not also blind, are we?"
Jesus said to them, "If you were blind, you would have no sin;
but now you are saying, 'We see,' so your sin remains."

Trevisani, Christ and the Samaritan Woman at the Well

John 4:9-14

The Samaritan woman said to him, "How can you, a Jew, ask me, a Samaritan woman, for a drink?" (For Jews use nothing in common with Samaritans.) Jesus answered and said to her, "If you knew the gift of God and who is saying to you, 'Give me a drink,' you would have asked him and he would have given you living water." (The woman) said to him, "Sir, you do not even have a bucket and the cistern is deep; where then can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us this cistern and drank from it himself with his children and his flocks?" Jesus answered and said to her, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again; but whoever drinks the water I shall give will never thirst; the water I shall give will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life."

John 11:38 - 44

So Jesus, perturbed again, came to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone lay across it. Jesus said, "Take away the stone." Martha, the dead man's sister, said to him, "Lord, by now there will be a stench; he has been dead for four days." Jesus said to her, "Did I not tell you that if you believe you will see the glory of God?" So they took away the stone. And Jesus raised his eyes and said, "Father, I thank you for hearing me. I know that you always hear me; but because of the crowd here I have said this, that they may believe that you sent me." And when he had said this, he cried out in a loud voice, "Lazarus, come out!" The dead man came out, tied hand and foot with burial bands, and his face was wrapped in a cloth. So Jesus said to them, "Untie him and let him go."


Use me henceforward, O God, as thou wilt;
I am of one mind with thee. I am thine.
I ask exemption from nothing that seems
good in thy sight. Where thou wilt, lead me;
in what raiment thou wilt, clothe me.

- Epictetus (c. 55 - 135)

Sermon to the Birds

St Francis of Assisi (1182 - 1226)

My little sisters, the birds, much bounden are ye unto God, your creator, and always in every place ought ye to praise him, for that he hath given you liberty to fly about everywhere, and hath also given you double and triple rainment; moreover he preserved your seed in the ark of Noah, that your race might not perish out of the world; still more are ye beholden to him for the element of the air which he hath appointed for you; beyond all this, ye sow not, neither do you reap; and God feedeth you, and giveth you the streams and fountains for your drink; the mountains and valleys for your refuge and the high trees whereon to make your nests; and because ye know not how to spin or sow, God clotheth you, you and your children; wherefore your creator loveth you much, seeing that he hath bestowed on you so many benefits; and therefore, my little sisters, beware of the sin of ingratitude, and study always to give praises unto God.

Late have I loved you,
O beauty so ancient and so new,
Late have I loved you.
For behold you were within me, and I outside,
and I sought you outside and in my ugliness fell
upon those lovely things that you have made.
You were with me and I was not with you.
I was kept from you by those things,
yet had they not been in you,
they would not have been at all.
You called and cried to me and broke upon my deafness;
and you sent forth your light and shone upon me,
and chased away my blindness;
You breathed fragrance upon me,
and I drew in my breath and do not pant for you;
I tasted you and I now hunger and thirst for you;
you touched me, and I have burned for your peace.

- St. Augustine (354 - 430)

O God, who by love alone are great and glorious,
who are present and live with us by love alone:
grant us likewise by love to attain another self,
by love to live in others, and by love to come to our
glory to see and accompany your love throughout all eternity.

- Thomas Traherne (1636 - 1637)

Lord Jesus, let me know myself; let me know you,
And desire nothing else but you.
Let me love myself only if I love thee,
And do all things for your sake.
Let me humble myself and exalt you,
And think of nothing else but you.
Let me die to myself and live in you,
And take whatever happens as coming from you.
Let me forsake myself and walk after you,
And ever desire to follow you.
Let me flee from myself and turn to you,
That so I may merit to be defended by you.
Let me fear for myself, let me fear you,
And be among those that are chosen by you.
Let me distrust myself and trust in you,
And ever obey for the love of you.
Let me cleave to nothing but you,
And ever be poor because of you.
Look upon me that I may love you,
Call me, that I may see you,
And forever possess you, for all eternity.

- St. Augustine (354 - 430)