My God, A Moment Of

If You Are Penitent, You Love. And If You Love You Are Of God. All Things Are Atoned For, All Things Are Saved By Love. If I, A Sinner Even As You Are, Am Tender With You And Have Pity On You, How Much More Will God Have Pity Upon You. Love Is Such A Priceless Treasure That You Can Redeem The Whole World By It, And Cleanse Not Only Your Own Sins But The Sins Of Others.

Human Laziness Makes People Pigeonhole One Another At First Site So That They Find Nothing In Common With One Another.

It's The Moon That Makes It So Still, Weaving Some Mystery.

Every Man Has Some Reminiscences Which He Would Not Tell To Everyone, But Only To His Friends.

That's Always The Way With Fanatics; They Cross Themselves At The Tavern And Throw Stones At The Temple.