All Religions. All This Singing. One Song.

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.

The World Is A Playground, And Death Is The Night.

We Owe Thankfulness To God, Not Sour Faces.

You've Gotten Drunk On So Many Kinds Of Wine. Taste This. It Won't Make You Wild. It's Fire. Give Up, If You Don't Understand By This Time That Your Living Is Firewood.

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.