Work Is Love Made Visible.

In The Depth Of My Soul There Is A Wordless Song.

He Alone Is Great Who Turns The Voice Of The Wind Into A Song Made Sweeter By His Own Loving.

If You Cannot But Weep When Your Soul Summons You To Prayer, She Should Spur You Again And Yet Again, Though Weeping, Until You Shall Come Laughing

If Winter Should Say, 'spring Is In My Heart,' Who Would Believe Winter?

Love Has The Power That Dispels Death; Charm That Conquers The Enemy.