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Love Is A Great Thing, A Good Above All Others, Which Alone Maketh Every Burden Light.

Carry The Cross Patiently, And With Perfect Submission; And In The End It Shall Carry You.

Love Is Watchful. Sleeping, It Does Not Slumber. Wearied, It Is Not Tired. Pressed, It Is Not Straitened. Alarmed, It Is Not Confused, But Like A Living Flame, A Burning Torch, It Forces Its Way Upward And Passes Unharmed Through Every Obstacle.

The Humble Live In Continuous Peace, While In The Hearts Of The Proud Are Envy And Frequent Anger.

Of Two Evils, The Lesser Must Always Be Chosen De Duobus Malis, Minus Est Semper Eligendum