The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

The Radiant One In Me Has Never Said A Word.

Have You Ever Gotten Breathless Before From A Beautiful Face, For I See You There, My Dear.

Whenever We Manage To Love Without Expectations, Calculations, Negotiations, We Are Indeed In Heaven.

Your Kindness Cannot Be Said. You Open Doors In The Sky. You Ease The Heart And Make God's Qualities Visible.