He Loves Thee Too Little,

Poetry Is Devil's Wine.

Near Our Vineyard There Was A Pear Tree Laden With Fruit That Was Not Attractive In Either Flavor Or Form. One Night, When I [at The Age Of Sixteen] Had Played Until Dark On The Sandlot With Some Other Juvenile Delinquents, We Went To Shake That Tree And Carry Off Its Fruit. From It We Carried Off Huge Loads, Not To Feast On, But To Throw To The Pigs, Although We Did Eat A Few Ourselves. We Did It Just Because It Was Forbidden.

Blessedness Consists In The Accomplishment Of Our Desires, And In Our Having Only Regular Desires.

Love God And Do Whatever You Please: For The Soul Trained In Love To God Will Do Nothing To Offend The One Who Is Beloved.

I Was Not Yet In Love, Yet I Loved To Love...i Sought What I Might Love, In Love With Loving.