Love Cannot Be Described. It Must Be

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

The Miracle Of Jesus Is Himself, Not What He Said Or Did.

Close Your Eyes, Fall In Love, Stay There.

Gamble Everything For Love, If You Are A True Human Being. If Not, Leave This Gathering. Half-heartedness Doesn’t Reach Into Majesty.

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.