You Are What You Love.

"give Us This Day Our Daily Bread," By "this Day" We Mean "at This Time," When We Either Ask For That Sufficiency, Signifying The Whole Of Our Need Under The Name Of Bread, Which Is The Outstanding Part Of It, Or For The Sacrament Of The Faithful, Which Is Necessary At This Time For Attaining Not So Much This Temporal As That Eternal Happiness.

What I Needed Most Was To Love And To Be Loved, Eager To Be Caught. Happily I Wrapped Those Painful Bonds Around Me; And Sure Enough, I Would Be Lashed With The Red-hot Pokers Or Jealousy, By Suspicions And Fear, By Burst Of Anger And Quarrels.

So You See How Endlessly Futile And Fruitless It Would Be If We Wanted To Refute Their Objections Every Time They Obstinately Resolved Not To Think Through What They Say But Merely To Speak, Just So Long As They Contradict Our Arguments In Any Way They Can.

You (god) Have Not Only Commanded Continence, That Is, From What Things We Are To Restrain Our Love, But Also Justice, That Is, On What We Are To Bestow Our Love.

Singing Is A Lover's Thing.