To Praise Is To Praise How One

I Love My Friends Neither With My Heart Nor With My Mind. Just In Case... Heart Might Stop. Mind Can Forget. I Love Them With My Soul. Soul Never Stops Or Forgets.

Trade Your Cleverness For Bewilderment.

From Cane Reeds, Sugar. From A Worm's Cocoon, Silk. Be Patient If You Can, And From Sour Grapes Will Come Something Sweet.

Whatever Purifies You Is The Right Path, I Will Not Try To Define It.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Heart, And That Depends Upon How Much He Has Polished It. Whoever Has Polished It More Sees More - More Unseen Forms Become Manifest To Him.