It Is Slavery To Live In The

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

The First Glance From The Eyes Of The Beloved Is Like The Spirit That Moved Upon The Face Of The Waters, Giving Birth To Heaven And Earth.

Some Of Our Children Are Our Justifications And Some Are But Our Regrets

For What Is It To Die But To Stand Naked In The Wind And To Melt Into The Sun? And What Is It To Cease Breathing But To Free The Breath From Its Restless Tides, That It May Rise And Expand And Seek God Unencumbered? Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing. And When You Have Reached The Mountaintop,then You Shall Begin To Climb. And When The Earth Shal Claim Your Limbs,then Shall You Truly Dance.

Love Is A Gracious Host To His Guests Though To The Unbidden His House Is A Mirage And A Mockery.