A Wanton Eye Is A Messenger Of

God Is Not What You Imagine Or What You Think You Understand. If You Understand You Have Failed.

Unjust Laws Aren't Laws At All.

Beauty Grows In You To The Extent That Love Grows, Because Charity Itself Is The Soul's Beauty.

Repentant Tears Wash Out The Stain Of Guilt.

Give Me Yourself, O My God, Give Yourself Back To Me. Lo, I Love You, But If My Love Is Too Mean, Let Me Love More Passionately. I Cannot Gauge My Love, Nor Know How Far It Fails, How Much More Love I Need For My Life To Set Its Course Straight Into Your Arms, Never Swerving Until Hidden In The Covert Of Your Face.