"If I speak anything but love, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I give anything but love, I gain nothing." ~ Paraphrased from Love Chapter in 1 Corinthians 13
Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides,– And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as Nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul, Take hands and dance there. —Robert Browning