Your Soul Is Oftentimes A Battlefield, Upon

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

You Shall Be Held Down By The Chains Of Your Own Judgment.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another Day; And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Sunset Left Us.

To Be Closer To God, Be Closer To People.

Your House Shall Be Not An Anchor But A Mast It Shall Not Be A Glistening Film That Covers A Wound, But An Eyelid That Guards The Eye.