There is a love like a small lamp that goes out when the oil is consumed, or like a stream that dries up when it doesn't rain. But there is a love that is like a mighty spring gushing up out of the earth, it keeps flowing forever, and is inexhaustible.
Isaac of Nineveh (8th century Syrian bishop, theologian, and solitary monk)
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