Who Can Separate His Faith From His

Your Freedom When It Loses Its Fetters Becomes Itself The Fetter Of A Greater Freedom.

Humanity Is A River Of Light Running From The Ex-eternity To Eternity.

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen. It Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self. Therefore Trust The Physician, And Drink His Remedy In Silence And Tranquility: For His Hand, Though Heavy And Hard, Is Guided By The Tender Hand Of The Unseen, And The Cup He Brings, Though It Burn Your Lips, Has Been Fashioned Of The Clay Which The Potter Has Moistened With His Own Sacred Tears.

Keep Me Away From The Wisdom Which Does Not Cry, The Philosophy Which Does Not Laugh And The Greatness Which Does Not Bow Before Children.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You?