I Wash My Hands Of Those Who

And Before My Soul Took Me To Task I Was Hard Of Hearing; I Heard Only Tumult And Uproar. But Now I Am All Ears Listening To The Silence And Its Choirs Singing The Hymns Of Time, Intoning The Praises Of The Firmament, Revealing The Secrets Of The Invisible.

He Who Repeats What He Does Not Understand Is No Better Than An Ass That Is Loaded With Books.

People Of Orphalese, Beauty Is Life When Life Unveils Her Holy Face. But You Are Life And You Are The Veil. Beauty Is Eternity Gazing At Itself In A Mirror. But You Are Eternity And You Are The Mirror.

If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work.

No Lower Can A Man Descend Than To Interpret His Dreams Into Gold And Silver.