For The Vision Of One Man Lends

No Man Can Reveal To You Nothing But That Which Already Lies Half-asleep In The Dawning Of Your Knowledge.

Some Think I Wink At Them When I Shut My Eyes To Avoid Their Sight.

Wisdom Ceases To Be Wisdom When It Becomes Too Proud To Weep, Too Grave To Laugh, And Too Selfish To Seek Other Than Itself.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

Give Your Hearts, But Not Into Each Other's Keeping. For Only The Hand Of Life Can Contain Your Hearts. And Stand Together Yet Not Too Near Together: For The Pillars Of The Temple Stand Apart, And The Oak Tree And The Cypress Grow Not In Each Other's Shadow.