Your Soul Is Oftentimes A Battlefield, Upon

Solitude Has Soft, Silky Hands, But With Strong Fingers It Grasps The Heart And Makes It Ache With Sorrow.

If You Sing Of Beauty Though Alone In The Heart Of The Desert You Will Have An Audience.

The Person You Consider Ignorant And Insignificant Is The One Who Came From God, That He Might Learn Bliss From Grief And Knowledge From Gloom.

As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.

You, The Strong, Have I Loved, Though The Marks Of Your Iron Hoofs Are Yet Upon My Flesh.