Work Is Love Made Visable.

For The Sight Of The Angry Weather Saddens My Soul And The Sight Of The Town, Sitting Like A Bereaved Mother Beneath Layers Of Ice, Oppresses My Heart.

You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heart Of Life.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth.

There Is No Secret In The Mystery Of Life Stronger And More Beautiful Than That Attachment Which Converts The Silence Of A Virgin's Spirit Into A Perpetual Awareness That Makes A Person Forget The Past, For It Kindles Fiercely In The Heart The Sweet And Overwhelming Hope Of The Coming Future.

Verily The Lust For Comfort Murders The Passion Of The Soul, And Then Walks Grinning In The Funeral.