Our life of poverty is as necessary as the work itself. Only in heaven will we see how much we owe to the poor for helping us to love God better because of them.
LOVE, OUR LIFE OF POVERTY IS AS NECESSARY AS THE WORK ITSELF
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
love, nature, furnished, embroidered, imagination
