The Truly Just Is He Who Feels

The Saint And The Sinner Are Twin Brothers...one Was Born But The Moment Before The Other.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth.

O Love, Whose Lordly Hand Has Bridled My Desires, And Raised My Hunger And My Thirst To Dignity And Pride, Let Not The Strong In Me And The Constant Eat The Bread Or Drink The Wine That Tempt My Weaker Self. Let Me Rather Starve, And Let My Heart Parch With Thirst, And Let Me Die And Perish, Ere I Stretch My Hand To A Cup You Did Not Fill, Or A Bowl You Did Not Bless.

Love Is Quivering Happiness.

For What Is It To Die But To Stand Naked In The Wind And To Melt Into The Sun? And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.