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The Sorrowful Spirit Finds Relaxation In Solitude. It Abhors People, As A Wounded Deer Deserts The Herd And Lives In A Cave Until It Is Healed Or Dead.

The Chemist Who Can Extract From His Heart's Elements Compassion, Respect, Longing, Patience, Regret, Surprise, And Forgiveness And Compound Them Into One Can Create That Atom Which Is Called Love

A God Who Is Good Knows No Segregation Amongst Words Or Names. And Were A God To Deny His Blessing To Those Who Pursue A Different Path To Eternity, There Would Be No Human Who Should Offer Worship.

God Has Given You A Spirit With Wings On Which To Soar Into The Spacious Firmament Of Love And Freedom. Is It Not Pitiful Than That You Cut Your Wings With Your Own Hands And Suffer Your Soul To Crawl Like An Insect Upon The Earth?

Give Your Hearts, But Not Into Each Other's Keeping, For Only The Hand Of God Can Contain Your Hearts.