Seven Times Have I Despised My Soul:

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.

For A Love To Grow Through The Test Of Everyday Living, One Must Respect That Zone Of Privacy Where One Retires To Relate To The Inside Instead Of The Outside.

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy.

That Deed Which In Our Guilt We Today Call Weakness, Will Appear Tomorrow As An Essential Link In The Complete Chain Of Man.

For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.