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Love Is The Source Of Every Virtue In You And Of Every Deed Which Deserves Punishment.

But Already My Desire And My Will Were Being Turned Like A Wheel, All At One Speed, By The Love Which Moves The Sun And The Other Stars

The Only Fit Reply To A Fit Request Is Silence And The Fact.

O Power Of Fantasy That Steals Our Minds From Things Outside, To Leave Us Unaware, Although A Thousand Trumpets May Blow Loud--what Stirs You If The Senses Show You Nothing? Light Stirs You, Formed In Heaven, By Itself, Or By His Will Who Sends It Down To Us.

From A Little Spark May Burst A Flame.