Poetry Is Devil's Wine.

Let Us Leave A Little Room For Reflection In Our Lives, Room Too For Silence. Let Us Look Within Ourselves And See Whether There Is Some Delightful Hidden Place Inside Where We Can Be Free Of Noise And Argument. Let Us Hear The Word Of God In Stillness And Perhaps We Will Then Come To Understand It.

My Love Is My Weight. Because Of It, I Move.

Let Our Lives Be Good, And The Times Are Good. We Make Our Times; Such As We Are, Such Are The Times.

Then Assuredly The World Was Made, Not In Time, But Simultaneously With Time.

"give Us This Day Our Daily Bread," By "this Day" We Mean "at This Time," When We Either Ask For That Sufficiency, Signifying The Whole Of Our Need Under The Name Of Bread, Which Is The Outstanding Part Of It, Or For The Sacrament Of The Faithful, Which Is Necessary At This Time For Attaining Not So Much This Temporal As That Eternal Happiness.