When You Are Sorrowful, Look Again.

The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

But If You Love And Must Needs Have Desires, Let These Be Your Desires: To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Know The Pain Of Too Much Tenderness. To Be Wounded By Your Own Understanding Of Love; And To Bleed Willingly And Joyfully. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving; To Rest At Noon Hour And Meditate Love's Ecstasy; To Return Home At Eventide With Gratitude; And Then To Sleep With A Prayer For The Beloved In Your Heart And A Song Of Praise On Your Lips.

Some Think I Wink At Them When I Shut My Eyes To Avoid Their Sight.

Marriage Is The Union Of Two Divinities That A Third Might Be Born On Earth. It Is The Union Of Two Souls In A Strong Love For The Abolishment Of Separateness. It Is That Higher Unity Which Fuses The Separate Unities Within The Two Spirits. It Is The Golden Ring In A Chain Whose Beginning Is A Glance, And Whose Ending Is Eternity. It Is The Pure Rain That Falls From An Unblemished Sky To Fructify And Bless The Fields Of Divine Nature.

Be Like A Flower And Turn Your Face To The Sun.