Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. Doubt is a foundling unhappy and astray, and though his own mother who gave him birth should find him and enfold him, he would withdraw in caution and in fear.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Rest in reason. Move in Passion.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.

Love is life sharing, not for hurt, Love is alive both not ambiguous. Love is whole life, not an affair.

Life is the mistress to be wooed.

He who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.