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He that is jealous is not in love.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Love is the beauty of the soul.
Our bodies are shaped to bear children, and our lives are a working out of the processes of creation. All our ambitions and intelligence are beside that great elemental point.
Indeed, man wishes to be happy even when he so lives as to make happiness impossible.
Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul? Man is a great depth, O Lord. The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.
Beauty is indeed a good gift of God but that the good may not think it a great good, God dispenses it even to the wicked.
Do you wish to be great? Then begin by being. Do you desire to construct a vast and lofty fabric? Think first about the foundations of humility. The higher your structure is to be, the deeper must be its foundation.
In the absence of justice, what is sovereignty but organized robbery?