Love Resembles A Tree: It

I Was Dying When You Came.

Spira, Spera. (breathe, Hope)

It Is An Unpleasant Thing To Go To Bed Without Supper, It Is A Still Less Pleasant Thing Not To Sup And Not To Know Where One Is To Sleep.

God Manifests Himself To Us In The First Degree Through The Life Of The Universe, And In The Second Degree Through The Thought Of Man. The Second Manifestation Is Not Less Holy Than The First. The First Is Named Nature, The Second Is Named Art.

The Soul Does Not Give Itself Up To Despair Until It Has Exhausted All Illusions.