The Moment I First Heard Love I

To Praise The Sun Is To Praise Your Own Eyes.

Everything That Is Made Beautiful And Fair And Lovely Is Made For The Eye Of One Who Sees.

If Someone Asks, But What Is Love? Answer, Dissolving The Will.

God Looks Not At Your Form, Nor At Your Deeds, But At Your Heart.

How Far Is The Light Of The Moon From The Moon? How Far Is The Taste Of Candy From The Lip?