We Are And We Know We Are

Love Is The Beauty Of The Soul.

In My Unloveliness I Plunged Into The Lovely Things Which You Created. You Were With Me, But I Was Not With You. Created Things Kept Me From You; Yet If They Had Not Been In You, They Would Have Not Been At All.

This Very Moment I May, If I Desire, Become The Friend Of God.

When Regard For Truth Has Been Broken Down Or Even Slightly Weakened, All Things Will Remain Doubtful.

Where Love Is, What Can Be Wanting? Where It Is Not, What Can Possibly Be Profitable?