No Man Can Reveal To You Nothing

Jesus Was Not Sent Here To Teach The People To Build Magnificent Churches And Temples Amidst The Cold Wretched Huts And Dismal Hovels. He Came To Make The Human Heart A Temple, And The Soul An Altar, And The Mind A Priest.

Pity It Is We Drowse Too Soon Pity It Is We Fall Asleep Ere Our Song Encompass The Height Ere Our Hand Inherit The Deep

Beauty Is Not A Need But An Ecstasy. It Is Not A Mouth Thirsting Nor An Empty Hand Stretched Forth, But Rather A Heart Enflamed And A Soul Enchanted.

A Traveller I Am, And A Navigator, And Everyday I Discover A New Region Within My Soul.

Tortoises Can Tell You More About The Road Than Hares.