The Smallest Act Of Kindness Is Worth

Who Can Depart From His Pain And Aloneness Without Regret? Too Many Fragments Of The Spirit Have I Scattered In These Streets, And Too Many Are The Children Of My Longing That Walk Naked Among These Hills, And I Cannot Withdraw From Them Without A Burden And An Ache. It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, Bit A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands... Yet I Cannot Tarry Longer.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

They Deem Me Mad Because I Will Not Sell My Days For Gold; And I Deem Them Mad Because They Think My Days Have A Price.

I Slept And I Dreamed That Life Is All Joy. I Woke And I Saw That Life Is All Service. I Served And I Saw That Service Is Joy.

As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.