Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental; It Rejects The Edifying Cathedral And Indelibly Photographs The Small Boy Outside, Chewing A Hunk Of Melon In The Dust.

The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of Beauty And The Feeble Wrong Because Of Weakness.

Do Ye Hear The Children Weeping, O My Brothers?

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.

Through Heaven And Earth God's Will Moves Freely, And I Follow It, As Color Follows Light. He Overflows The Firmamental Walls With Deity, Therefore With Love; His Lightnings Go Abroad, His Pity May Do So, His Angels Must, Whene'er He Gives Them Charges.