Your Body Is Away From Me, But

The Heart That Is Not In Love Will Fail The Test.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.

I Will Conquer The Whole World And Fill It With Myself

Never Lose Hope, My Heart, Miracles Dwell In The Invisible. If The Whole World Turns Against You Keep Your Eyes On The Friend.

Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window