If they had a social gospel in the days of the prodigal son somebody would have given him a bed and a sandwich and he never would have gone home.
Love to faults is always blind always is to joy inclined. Lawless winged and unconfined and breaks all chains from every mind.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
When a father gives to his son both laugh when a son gives to his father...
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
