Solitude Is The Place Of Purification.

God Made So Many Different Kinds Of People; Why Would God Allow Only One Way To Worship?

Feelings Dwell In Man; But Man Dwells In His Love. That Is No Metaphor, But The Actual Truth. Love Does Not Cling To The I In Such A Way As To Have The Thou Only For Its " Content," Its Object; But Love Is Between I And Thou. The Man Who Does Not Know This, With His Very Being Know This, Does Not Know Love; Even Though He Ascribes To It The Feelings He Lives Through, Experiences, Enjoys, And Expresses.

No Purpose Intervenes Between I And You, No Greed And No Anticipation; And Longing Itself Is Changed As It Plunges From The Dream Into Appearance. Every Means Is An Obstacle. Only Where All Means Have Disintegrated Encounters Occur.

Persons Appear By Entering Into Relation To Other Persons.

You Can Rake The Muck This Way, Rake The Muck That Way-- It Will Always Be Muck. Have I Sinned Or Have I Not Sinned? In The Time I Am Brooding Over It, I Could Be Stringing Pearls For The Delight Of Heaven