These Have Not The Hope

I Presumed To Fix My Look On The Eternal Light So Long That I Consumed My Sight Thereon.

Love Can Move The Sun And The Stars.

There Is No Greater Sorrow Than To Recall Happiness In Times Of Misery.

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.

"the Love Of God, Unutterable And Perfect, Flows Into A Pure Soul The Way Light Rushes Into A Transparent Object. The More Love That It Finds, The More It Gives Itself: So That, As We Grow Clear And Open, The More Complete The Joy Of Heaven Is. And The More Souls Who Resonate Together, The Greater The Intensity Of Their Love, And, Mirror Like, Each Soul Reflects The Other.