It Is Not A Garment I Cast

How Often Have You Sailed In My Dreams. And Now You Come In My Awakening, Which Is My Deeper Dream.

It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, But A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands.

Be Patient, For It Is From Doubt That Knowledge Is Born.

Our God, Who Art Our Winged Self, It Is Thy Will In Us That Willeth. It Is Thy Desire In Us That Desireth. It Is Thy Urge In Us That Would Turn Our Nights, Which Are Thine, Into Days Which Are Thine Also. We Cannot Ask Thee For Aught, For Thou Knowest Our Needs Before They Are Born In Us: Thou Art Our Need; And In Giving Us More Of Thyself Thou Givest Us All.

I Would Not Exchange The Laughter Of My Heart For The Fortunes Of The Multitudes.