How Glorious It Is -

Take Love As A Sober Man Takes Wine; Do Not Become A Drunkard. If Your Mistress Is Sincere And Faithful, Love Her For That; But If She Is Not, If She Is Merely Young And Beautiful, Love Her For That; If She Is Agreeable And Spirituelle, Love Her For That; If She Is None Of These Things But Merely Loves You, Love Her For That. Love Does Not Come To Us Every Day.

How Glorious It Is - And Also How Painful - To Be An Exception.

You’re Like A Lighthouse Shining Beside The Sea Of Humanity, Motionless: All You Can See Is Your Own Reflection In The Water. You’re Alone, So You Think It’s A Vast, Magnificent Panorama. You Haven’t Sounded The Depths. You Simply Believe In The Beauty Of God’s Creation. But I Have Spent All This Time In The Water, Diving Deep Into The Howling Ocean Of Life, Deeper Than Anyone. While You Were Admiring The Surface, I Saw The Shipwrecks, The Drowned Bodies, The Monsters Of The Deep

What A Frightful Weapon Is Human Thought! It Is Our Defense And Our Safeguard, The Most Precious Gift That God Has Made Us. It Is Ours And It Obeys Us; We May Launch It Forth Into Space, But, Once Outside Of Our Feeble Brains, It Is Gone; We Can No Longer Control It.

Life Is A Sleep, Love Is A Dream; And You Have Lived If You Have Loved.