The One Who Sings, Prays Twice.

So You See How Endlessly Futile And Fruitless It Would Be If We Wanted To Refute Their Objections Every Time They Obstinately Resolved Not To Think Through What They Say But Merely To Speak, Just So Long As They Contradict Our Arguments In Any Way They Can.

The Measure Of Love Is To Love Without Measuring.

Since Love Grows Within You, So Beauty Grows. For Love Is The Beauty Of The Soul.

Between Urine And Filth We Are Born.

If God Is, Why Is There Evil? But If God Is Not, Why Is There Good?