Work Is Love Made Visable.

Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit.

Am I A Harp That The Hand Of The Mighty May Touch Me, Or A Flute That His Breath May Pass Through Me? A Seeker Of Silences Am I, And What Treasure Have I Found In Silences That I May Dispense With Confidence?

I Would Not Exchange The Sorrows Of My Heart For The Joys Of The Multitude. And I Would Not Have The Tears That Sadness Makes To Flow From My Every Part Turn Into Laughter. I Would That My Life Remain A Tear And A Smile.

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.