Death Belongs To God Alone; By What

The Production Of Souls Is The Secret Of Unfathomable Depth.

When Two Souls Have Finally Found Each Other, There Is Established Between Them A Union Which Begins On Earth And Continues Forever In Heaven.

When Grace Combines With Wrinkles, It Is Admirable. There Is An Indescribable Light Of Dawn About Intensely Happy Old Age. . . . The Young Person Is Handsome, But The Old, Superb.

The Poetic Element Lying Hidden In Most Women Is The Source Of Their Magnetic Attraction.

Where Would The Shout Of Love Begin, If Not From The Summit Of Sacrifice?