Love Passes By Us, Robed

Joy And Sorrow Are Inseparable. . . Together They Come And When One Sits Alone With You . . Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed.

Remember, One Just Man Causes The Devil Greater Affliction Than A Million Blind Believers.

A Woman Whom Providence Has Provided With Beauty Of Spirit And Body Is A Truth, At The Same Time Both Open And Secret, Which We Can Understand Only By Love, And Touch Only By Virtue.

If My Survival Caused Another To Perish, Then Death Would Be Sweeter And More Beloved.

And That Which Sings And Contemplates In You Is Still Dwelling Within The Bounds Of That First Moment Which Scattered The Stars Into Space.