Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where

Love, Who Insists That Love Shall Mutual Be, Link'd Me To Him With Charm Strong As Our Fates; Even Now It Leaves Me Not, As Thou Dost See.

"the Love Of God, Unutterable And Perfect, Flows Into A Pure Soul The Way Light Rushes Into A Transparent Object. The More Love That It Finds, The More It Gives Itself: So That, As We Grow Clear And Open, The More Complete The Joy Of Heaven Is. And The More Souls Who Resonate Together, The Greater The Intensity Of Their Love, And, Mirror Like, Each Soul Reflects The Other.

Consider That This Day Ne'er Dawns Again.

O Human Race, Born To Fly Upward, Wherefore At A Little Wind Dost Thou So Fall?

Because There Is No Man Who Can Be True And Just Judge Of Himself, So Much Will Self-love Deceive Him.