Charity Is The Root Of All Good

A Wanton Eye Is A Messenger Of An Unchaste Heart.

Late Have I Loved Thee, O Lord; And Behold, Thou Wast Within And I Without, And There I Sought Thee. Thou Was With Me When I Was Not With Thee. Thou Didst Call, And Cry, And Burst My Deafness. Thou Didst Gleam, And Glow, And Dispell My Blindness. Thou Didst Touch Me, And I Burned For Thy Peace. For Thyself Thou Hast Made Us, And Restless Our Hearts Until In Thee They Find Their Ease. Late Have I Loved Thee, Thou Beauty Ever Old And Ever New. Thou Hast Burst My Bonds Asunder; Unto Thee Will I Offer Up An Offering Of Praise.

The Truth Is Like A Lion; You Don’t Have To Defend It. Let It Loose; It Will Defend Itself.

Love Begins With A Smile, Grows With A Kiss, And Ends With A Teardrop.

I Was In Misery, And Misery Is The State Of Every Soul Overcome By Friendship With Mortal Things And Lacerated When They Are Lost. Then The Soul Becomes Aware Of The Misery Which Is Its Actual Condition Even Before It Loses Them.