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The Lover's Pleasure Is In The Pleasure Of The Beloved. The Lover Is Satisfied When The Beloved Is Fed. The Lover Is Vain When The Beloved Is Adorned.

He Who Once Burns His Mouth On The Hot Soup, Blows Even The Buttermilk.

The More One Studies The Harmony Of Music, And Then Studies Human Nature, How People Agree And How They Disagree, How There Is Attraction And Repulsion, The More One Will See That It Is All Music.

Your Heart Is Not Living Intil It Has Experienced Pain... The Pain Of Love Breaks Open The Heart, Even If It Is As Hard As A Rock.

Things Of Heaven Cannot Be Obtained By Perseverance; They Are The Grace Of God. To Open To This And Trust In It Is How Belief Is Crystallized Into Faith. We Cannot Pay For It In Any Form, In Any Way, By Our Goodness, By Our Piety, By Our Great Qualities, Merits, Or Virtues; Nothing. It Is A Gift, And All We Can Do Is Receive It.