The Subtlest Beauties In Our Life Are

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep. And When His Wings Enfold You Yield To Him, Though The Sword Hidden Among His Pinions May Wound You.

For That Which Is Boundless In You Abides In The Mansion Of The Sky, Whose Door Is The Morning Mist, And Whose Windows Are The Songs And The Silences Of Night.

He Who Is More Mindful Of One, Loses The Love And The Faith Of Both.

To Be Able To Look Back Upon Ones Life In Satisfaction, Is To Live Twice.

We Shall Never Understand One Another Until We Reduce The Language To Seven Words.