The Dove Loves When It Quarrels; The

The Truth Is Like A Lion; You Don’t Have To Defend It. Let It Loose; It Will Defend Itself.

He Pleaseth God Whom God Pleaseth.

Dilige Et Quod Vis Fac. (love And Then What You Will, Do.)

For What Is Faith Unless It Is To Believe What You Do Not See?

For Great Are You, Lord, And You Look Kindly On What Is Humble, But The Lofty-minded You Regard From Afar. Only To Those Whose Hearts Are Crushed Do You Draw Close. You Will Not Let Yourself Be Found By The Proud, Nor Even By Those Who In Their Inquisitive Skill Count Stars Or Grains Of Sand, Or Measure The Expanses Of Heaven, Or Trace The Paths Of The Planets.