Love Has No Other Desire But To

Love Is A Gracious Host To His Guests Though To The Unbidden His House Is A Mirage And A Mockery.

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy. [for Without Sorrow How Would You Know What Joy Is? Contrast Provides Peceptive Clarity]

And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

Often Times I Have Hated In Self-defense; If I Were Stronger I Would Not Have Used Such A Weapon.

All Men Love You For Themselves. I Love You For Yourself.