Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That

Virtue Tested: "have I Not Survived Hunger And Thirst, Suffering, And Mockery For The Sake Of The Truth Which Heaven Has Awakened In My Heart?

Our Anxiety Does Not Come From Thinking About The Future, But From Wanting To Control It.

For The Criminal Who Is Weak And Poor The Narrow Cell Of Death Awaits; But Honor And Glory Await The Rich Who Conceal Their Crimes Behind Their Gold And Silver And Inherited Glory.

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen.

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights.