Love Is Quivering Happiness.

I Would Tell You More Of Him, But How Shall I? When Love Becomes Vast Love Becomes Wordless. And When Memory Is Overladen It Seeks The Silent Deep.

Your Joy Can Fill You Only As Deeply As Your Sorrow Has Carved You.

Your House Is Your Larger Body.

When We Oppose The Hidden Conscience, It Does Us Hurt. When We Betray It, It Judges Us.

Where Is The Justice Of Political Power If It Executes The Murderer And Jails The Plunderer, And Then Itself Marches Upon Neighboring Lands, Killing Thousands And Pillaging The Very Hills?