Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey

We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

Love is a magic ray emitted from the burning core of the soul and illuminating the surrounding earth. It enables us to perceive life as a beautiful dream between one awakening and another.

A woman whom Providence has provided with beauty of spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open and secret, which we can understand only by love, and touch only by virtue.

Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.

All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you.