I Learnt Silence From The Talkative

Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space For Love To Fill.

Mother: The Most Beautiful Word On The Lips Of Mankind.

Every Man Is Two Men; One Is Awake In The Darkness, The Other Asleep In The Light.

Who Among You Does Not Feel That His Power To Love Is Boundless? And Yet Who Does Not Feel That Very Love, Though Boundless, Encompassed Within The Center Of His Being, And Moving Not From Love Thought To Love Thought, Nor From Love Deeds To Other Love Deeds?

For Truth And The Spirit Will Abide With The Morrow.