A weed is but an unloved flower.

Use the water of encouragement on someone else's flowers - especially the flowers that are wilted, trampled on, and taken for granted. But don't nourish the weeds.

If there be mortal without love,He wakes to no new life above.

Our souls should be vessels receivingThe waters of love for relievingThe sorrows of men.

Far from the city's dust and heat,I get but sounds and odors sweet.Who can wonder I love to stay,Week after week, here hidden away,In this sly nook that I love the best --This little brown house like a ground-bird's nest?

There is no sudden entrance into Heaven.Slow is the ascent by the path of Love.