Through Love, All Pain Will Turn To

Earth Tries To Work Sorcery On Us, Saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, But We Outwit That Spell By Enjoying This Now.

Every Object, Every Being...is A Jar Full Of Delight.

The World Is A Mirror, An Imaging Of Love's Perfection.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

Gamble Everything For Love, If You're A True Human Being.