| The
pictures were something real outside herself, which spoke to her kindly
and yet in sovereign tones, something superior and good whose presence
destroyed the dreary trance-like solipsism of her earlier mood. |
All our failures are
ultimately failures in love. Imperfect love must not be condemned and
rejected but made perfect. The way is always forward, never back. |
Vox ego sum amoris.
Gabriel vocor.
I am the voice of love. I am called Gabriel
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