Love is watchful. Sleeping, it does not slumber. Wearied, it is not tired. Pressed, it is not straitened. Alarmed, it is not confused, but like a living flame, a burning torch, it forces its way upward and passes unharmed through… — Thomas a Kempis Copy Share Image
Love is watchful and sleeping, slumbereth not. Though weary it is not tired. — Richie Copy Share Image
