If Your Heart Is A Volcano, How

Love Descends Upon Our Souls By The Will Of God And Not By The Demand Or The Plea Of The Individual.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

He Who Seeks Ecstasy In Love Should Not Complain Of Suffering.

The Most Wonderful Thing, Mary, Is That You And I Are Always Walking Together, Hand In Hand, In A Strangely Beautiful World, Unknown To Other People. We Both Stretch One Hand To Receive From Life - And Life Is Generous Indeed.

Am I A Harp That The Hand Of The Mighty May Touch Me, Or A Flute That His Breath May Pass Through Me? A Seeker Of Silences Am I, And What Treasure Have I Found In Silences That I May Dispense With Confidence?