Love gives even to a dull man the knowledge of his lover’s heart. When a man is in love, there is nothing else of him. Love is a poison and by poison must be maintained. It is natural to wish to be loved by those we love. What a marvelous thought to bear in mind: we let great power operate through us. First is intelligence, as the love object is always complicated, and an actual working power. When in love, we are immersed in the atmosphere of our own thinking. Love dies, and it is just as well to strangle it in its birth; it can only die once.

All who come into contact with that great Calm of my Life are made strong and confident, are healed and blessed. In Love one letter is more forceful than a thousand looks. My soul reflects Thy Life and rejoices in the happy thought that it looks on Thee alone. Oh, Soul of mine, look out and up and on; and reflect to me the wondrous Life of All Good. Look thou upon The One, and be saved. Behold thou His Face forevermore. Love is of the spirit and knows not death.