Only A Look And A Voice; Then

Love Is The Root Of Creation; God's Essence; Worlds Without Number Lie In His Bosom Like Children; He Made Them For This Purpose Only. Only To Love And To Be Loved Again.

Let Us, Then, Be What We Are; Speak What We Think; And In All Things Keep Ourselves Loyal To Truth.

In Youth All Doors Open Outward; In Old Age All Open Inward.

He Spoke Well Who Said That Graves Are The Footprints Of Angels.

Very Hot And Still The Air Was, Very Smooth The Gliding River, Motionless The Sleeping Shadows.