When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways.—1 Corinthians 13:11
The good man out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, and the evil man out of his evil treasure produces evil; for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.—St. Luke 6:45
Whereas the aim of our charge is love that issues from a pure heart and a good conscience and sincere faith.—1 Timothy 1:5
CCC27 The desire for God is written in the human heart, because man is created by God and for God; and God never ceases to draw man to himself. Only in God will he find the truth and happiness he never stops searching for:The dignity of man rests above all on the fact that he is called to communion with God. This invitation to converse with God is addressed to man as soon as he comes into being. For if man exists it is because God has created him through love, and through love continues to hold him in existence. He cannot live fully according to truth unless he freely acknowledges that love and entrusts himself to his creator.
But someone will ask, "How are the dead raised? With what kind of body do they come?" You foolish man! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies. And what you sow is not the body which is to be, but a bare kernel. . . . What is sown is perishable, what is raised is imperishable. . . . The dead will be raised imperishable. . . . For this perishable nature must put on the imperishable, and this mortal nature must put on immortality.—1 Corinthians 15:35-37, 42, 52, 53.
Tell It Like It Is by Aaron Neville
If you want something to play withGo and find yourself a toyBaby, my time is too expensiveAnd I'm not a little boy
If you are seriousDon't play with my heart, it makes me furiousBut if want me to love youThen, baby, I will, girl, you know I will
Tell it like it isDon't be ashamed to let your conscience be your guideBut I... know deep down inside of meI believe you love me, forget your foolish pride
Life is too short to have sorrowYou may be here today and gone tomorrowYou might as well get what you wantSo go on and live, baby, go on and live