“Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreamsAnd our desires.”

“She says, "But in contentment I still feelThe need for imperishable bliss."Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreamsAnd our desires.Is there no change of death in paradise?Does ripe fruit never fall? or do the boughsHang always heavy in that perfect sky,Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth,With rivers like our own that seek for seasThey never find, the same receding shoresThat never touch with inarticulate pang?”

“The scripture comes gently, as a mother comes to her child, so that we who can scarcely crawl on the ground are not left alone in our weakness." (Augustine)”

“Our Savior is our true Mother in whom we are endlessly born and out of whom we shall never come.”

“Our Mother feedeth thus our little life, That we may in turn feed her with our death”

“I have come to understand that before choices, come our desires. Our desires influence our choices… Because many of our thoughts are private, protected, and hidden from view, our actions for a time may not always reflect our inner desires. However, eventually, our inner desires are given life and they are seen in our choices and in our actions.”