Work Is Love Made Visable.

The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.

Joy And Sorrow Are Inseparable. . . Together They Come And When One Sits Alone With You . . Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed.

Poverty Hides Itself In Thought Before It Surrenders To Purses.

Even As The Holy And The Righteous Cannot Rise Beyond The Highest Which Is In Each One Of You, So The Wicked And The Weak Cannot Fall Lower Than The Lowest Which Is In You Also.