The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is

When Two Souls Have Finally Found Each Other, There Is Established Between Them A Union Which Begins On Earth And Continues Forever In Heaven.

Be As A Bird Perched On A Frail Branch That She Feels Bending Beneath Her, Still She Sings Away All The Same, Knowing She Has Wings.

The Human Soul Has Still Greater Need Of The Ideal Than Of The Real. It Is By The Real That We Exist; It Is By The Ideal That We Live.

Sacrificing The Earth For Paradise Is Giving Up The Substance For The Shadow.

Heaven, On Occasion, Half Opens Its Arms To Us; And That Is The Great Moment.