You, The Strong, Have I Loved, Though

I Said To Life, I Would Hear Death Speak. And Life Raised Her Voice A Little Higher And Said, You Hear Him Now.

To Barter And Lose Is Better Than Not To Go Forth.

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.

He Alone Is Great Who Turns The Voice Of The Wind Into A Song Made Sweeter By His Own Loving.

Love Is The Veil Between Lover And Lover.