O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

If Reason Dominates In Man, He Rises Higher Than Angels. If Lust Overpowers Man, He Descends Lower Than The Beast.

You Cannot Learn About Love, Love Appears On The Wings Of Grace.

Do You Pay Regular Visits To Yourself? Don't Argue Or Answer Rationally. Let Us Die, And Dying, Reply.

You Are The Root Of Heaven, The Morning Star, The Bright Moon, The House Of Endless Love