Morality Is Truth In Full Bloom.

Winter Changes Into Stone The Water Of Heaven And The Heart Of Man.

Separated Lovers Cheat Absence By A Thousand Fancies Which Have Their Own Reality. They Are Prevented From Seeing One Another And They Cannot Write; Nevertheless They Find Countless Mysterious Ways Of Corresponding, By Sending Each Other The Song Of Birds, The Scent Of Flowers, The Laughter Of Children.

. . .where There Is No More Hope, Song Remains.

If It Were (is It Not) Outrageous That Society Should Treat With Such Rigid Precision Those Of Its Members Who Were Most Poorly Endowed In The Distribution Or Wealth That Chance Had Made, And Who Were, Therefore, Most Worthy Of Indulgence.

The Holy Law Of Jesus Christ Governs Our Civilisation, But It Does Not Yet Permeate It.