And So, Too, I Speak Of Love:

Whatever God Does, The First Outburst Is Always Compassion.

The More Deeply We Are Our True Selves, The Less Self Is In Us.

What Good Is It To Me That Mary Gave Birth To The Son Of God Fourteen Hundred Years Ago, And I Do Not Also Give Birth To The Son Of God In My Time And In My Culture? We Are All Meant To Be Mothers Of God. God Is Always Needing To Be Born.

What We Plant In The Soil Of Contemplation, We Shall Reap In The Harvest Of Action.

And So, Too, I Speak Of Love: He Who Is Held By It Is Held By The Strongest Of Bonds, And Yet The Stress Is Pleasant. Moreover, He Can Sweetly Bear All That Happens To Him. When One Has Found This Bond, He Looks For No Other.