Moth: I Gave You My Life. Flame:

We Are Always Searching For God Afar Off, When All The While He Is Nearer To Us Than Our Own Soul.

For Every Loss, There Is A Hidden Gain. And For Every Gain, There Is A Hidden Loss.

As Long As In Love There Is "you" And "me," Love Is Not Fully Kindled.

All Ignorance Is The Lack Of Love.

Music Seems To Be The Bridge Over The Gulf Between Form And The Formless.