Much Of Your Pain Is The Bitter

It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, But A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands.

Life Without Freedom Is Like A Body Without A Soul, And Freedom Without Thought Is Like A Confused Spirit. . . . Life, Freedom And Thought Are Three-in-one, And Are Everlasting And Shall Never Pass Away.

What Difference Is There Between Us, Save A Restless Dream That Follows My Soul But Fears To Come Near You?

You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

You Would Measure Time The Measureless And The Immeasurable. You Would Adjust Your Conduct And Even Direct The Course Of Your Spirit According To Hours And Seasons. Of Time You Would Make A Stream Upon Whose Bank You Would Sit And Watch Its Flowing.