“How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I can”

"A Way to Love God", New and Selected Poems 1923–1985 (1985)
Context: I cannot recall what I started to tell you, but at least
I can say how night-long I have lain under the stars and
Heard mountains moan in their sleep. By daylight,
They remember nothing, and go about their lawful occasions
Of not going anywhere except in slow disintegration. At night
They remember, however, that there is something they cannot remember.
So moan. Their's is the perfected pain of conscience that
Of forgetting the crime, and I hope you have not suffered it. I have.

"Ev'rything I Love" (1941)
Let's Face It (1941)

Source: The Hiding Place: The Triumphant True Story of Corrie Ten Boom

Source: Tempted

Source: How I Live Now

"A Note on Integrity" (17 July 2008) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blyC329I3F0
Context: No one can tell the mountain what it's missing, or that it's lacking, or that it's something that it's not.... You know, you can shout all night long at the stars to stop twinkling — but they won't!... And it's quite a compliment, really, that you can be what you are, and that you can do the right thing, regardless of how popular it is, or if you have anyone helping you — or if you don't get anything for it.... All those people out there, looking up at you, screaming "stop twinkling!" — they have no power, at all. And what else could you do, being a star?

Source: P.S. I Still Love You

Source: Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair