I Was Not Yet In Love, Yet

The Purpose Of All Wars, Is Peace.

Beauty Grows In You To The Extent That Love Grows, Because Charity Itself Is The Soul's Beauty.

He Loves Thee Too Little, Who Loves Anything Together With Thee, Which He Loves Not For Thy Sake.

You Called And Shouted And Burst My Deafness. You Flashed, Shone, And Scattered My Blindness. You Breathed Odors, And I Drew In Breath And Panted For You. I Tasted, And I Hunger And Thirst. You Touched Me, And I Burned For Your Peace.

Every City Is A Living Body.