God Has Made Many Doors

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.

All Men Love You For Themselves. I Love You For Yourself.

You Give But Little When You Give Of Your Possessions. It Is When You Give Of Yourself That You Truly Give.

Miserable Is The Man Who Loves A Woman And Takes Her For His Wife, Pouring At Her Feet The Sweat Of His Skin And The Blood Of His Body And The Life Of His Heart, And Placing Her In The Hands Of The Fruit Of His Toil And The Revenue Of His Diligence; For When He Slowly Wakes Up, He Finds That The Heart That He Endeavored To Buy Is Given Away Freely And In Sincerity To Another Man For The Enjoyment Of Its Hidden Secrets And Deepest Love.

Is Not Dread Of Thirst When Your Well Is Full, The Thirst That Is Unquenchable?