A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

Whereas the insufficiency of a love neither sustained nor supreme cannot be ignored, the same should not be taken as cause to avoid one's total spiritual contractual engagement to this world.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death. Horror tore this world asunder. While inside the bleeding smoke and beyond the shredded weeping flesh we memorized tales of infinite good. -from The History Lesson