The More He Cast Away, The More

He Who Bestows His Goods Upon The Poor Shall Have As Much Again, And Ten Times More.

Conversion Is Not The Smooth, Easy-going Process Some Men Seem To Think... It Is Wounding Work, This Breaking Of The Hearts, But Without Wounding There Is No Saving... Where There Is Grafting There Will Always Be A Cutting, The Graft Must Be Let In With A Wound; To Stick It Onto The Outside Or To Tie It On With A String Would Be Of No Use. Heart Must Be Set To Heart And Back To Back Or There Will Be No Sap From Root To Branch. And This, I Say, Must Be Done By A Wound, By A Cut.

If My Life Is Fruitless, It Doesn't Matter Who Praises Me, And If My Life Is Fruitful, It Doesn't Matter Who Criticizes Me.

The Heart, When Broken, Is Like Sweet Gums And Spices When Beaten; For As Such Cast Their Fragrant Scent Into The Nostrils Of Men, So The Heart, When Broken, Casts Its Sweet Smell Into The Nostrils Of God.

Talkative Represents The Man Or Woman Who Delights In Talking About Divine Things But Has Only Theoretical Knowledge Of Such Things. No Actual Personal Heart Experience Correlates To The Matters They Love To Discuss So Eloquently. They Are Often Highly Esteemed By Others, But Those Closest To Them Would Quickly Betray A Life Out-of-sync With Their Words. The Mask Fashioned By Fluency With All Subjects Divine Hides Their Real Life.