For Love Is Sufficient Unto

You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heart Of Life.

Strange That We All Defend Our Wrongs With More Vigor Than We Do Our Rights.

He Alone Is Great Who Turns The Voice Of The Wind Into A Song Made Sweeter By His Own Loving.

If Winter Should Say, 'spring Is In My Heart,' Who Would Believe Winter?

Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space For Love To Fill.