Soul Of All Souls, Life Of All

This Discipline And Rough Treatment Are A Furnace To Extract The Silver From The Dross. This Testing Purifies The Gold By Boiling The Scum Away.

The Images We Create Could Turn Into Wild Beasts And Tear Us To Pieces.

If There Were No Way Into God, I Would Not Have Lain In The Grave Of This Body So Long.

Burdens Are The Foundations Of Ease And Bitter Things The Forerunners Of Pleasure.

Fall In Love In Such A Way That It Frees You From Any Connecting.