The Work Of Magic Is This, That

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.

Stay In The Spiritual Fire. Let It Cook You.

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

I Am In Love With Love And Love Is In Love With Me.