Since We Shall Love Each Other, I

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act. Folded Arms Work, Closed Hands Perform, A Gaze Fixed On Heaven Is A Toil.

There Are Fathers Who Do Not Love Their Children; There Is No Grandfather Who Does Not Adore His Grandson.

When I Speak To You About Myself, I Am Speaking To You About Yourself. How Is It You Don't See That?

I Am An Intelligent River Which Has Reflected Successively All The Banks Before Which It Has Flowed By Meditating Only On The Images Offered By Those Changing Shores.

Where Would The Shout Of Love Begin, If Not From The Summit Of Sacrifice?