He's Satisfied With Himself. If You Have

There's A Virtue In Slowness, Which We Have Lost

If I Stopped Loving Him, I Would Cease To Believe In His Love. If I Loved God, Then I Would Believe In His Love For Me. It's Not Enough To Need It. We Have To Love First, And I Don't Know How. But I Need It, How I Need It.

We Are All Of Us Resigned To Death: It's Life We Aren't Resigned To.

In Switzerland They Had Brotherly Love, Five Hundred Years Of Democracy And Peace, And What Did They Produce? The Cuckoo Clock!

A Story Has No Beginning Or End: Arbitrarily One Chooses That Moment Of Experience From Which To Look Back Or From Which To Look Ahead.