You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

But now I have learned to listen to silence. To hear its choirs singing the song of ages, chanting the hymns of space, and disclosing the secrets of eternity.

You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

Take then this Book, look into it, and show me when Jesus was not forgiving. Read this diving tragedy and tell me where He speaks without mercy and compassion. You visit not the sick and the imprisoned; nor do you feed the hungry or give refuge to the stranger or comfort to the mourner.

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

The best love come from the heart, not from the mouth.