Inside You There's An Artist You Don't

Every Moment Is Made Glorious By The Light Of Love.

Love, The Supreme Musician, Is Always Playing In Our Souls

Someone Who Goes With A Half A Loaf Of Bread To A Small Place That Fits Like A Nest Around Him, Someone Who Wants No More, Who Is Not Himself Longed For By Anyone Else. He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

Love Is The Common Denominator That Unites All People Whatever Religion They Are.

You Fill Yourself With The Sharp Pain Of Love, Rather Than Its Fulfillment.