In The Depth Of My Soul There

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked.

Who Can Separate His Faith From His Actions, Or His Belief From His Occupations?

We Choose Our Joys And Sorrows Long Before We Experience Them.

I Wash My Hands Of Those Who Imagine Chattering To Be Knowledge, Silence To Be Ignorance, And Affection To Be Art.

In Truth We Gaze But Do Not See, And Hearken But Do Not Hear; We Eat And Drink But Do Not Taste. And There Lies The Difference Between Jesus Of Nazareth And Ourselves. His Senses Were All Continually Made New, And The World To Him Was Always A New World.