Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish

Life Without Love Is Like A Tree Without Blossoms Or Fruit.” “love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself. To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving

I Am The Lover's Gift; I Am The Wedding Wreath; I Am The Memory Of A Moment Of Happiness; I Am The Last Gift Of The Living To The Dead; I Am A Part Of Joy And A Part Of Sorrow.

In The Depths Of Your Hopes And Desires, Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond, And Like Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow, Your Heart Dreams Of Spring. Trust The Dreams, For In Them Is Hidden The Gate To Eternity.

The Heart's Affections Are Divided Like The Branches Of The Cedar Tree; If The Tree Loses One Strong Branch; It Will Suffer But It Does Not Die; It Will Pour All Its Vitality Into The Next Branch So That It Will Grow And Fill The Empty Place.

Doubt Is A Pain Too Lonely To Know That Faith Is His Twin Brother.