None but the brave and beautiful can love.
Evil then results from imperfection.
We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.
Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
None but God can fill the perfect whole.
It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.