Who knows but I shall grow reasonable at last, descend from my ideal heaven to the real earth, marry, and - Oh Plato! - make a pudding?
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Although we might settle for less, Heavenly Father won't, for he sees us as the glorious beings we are capable of becoming.
For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?
The life ahead can only be glorious if you learn to live in total harmony with the Lord.
As long as we are persistence in our pursuit of our deepest destiny, we will continue to grow. We cannot choose the day or time when we will fully bloom. It happens in its own time.
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
I am God's wheat, and I shall be ground by the teeth of beasts, that I may become the pure bread of Christ.
All thought is naught but a footnote to Plato.
What can be more foolish than to think that all this rare fabric of heaven and earth could come by chance, when all the skill of art is not able to make an oyster!