The Shepherd Will Deny The Diseased Lamb

Solitude Has Soft, Silky Hands, But With Strong Fingers It Grasps The Heart And Makes It Ache With Sorrow.

God Made Truth With Many Doors To Welcome Every Believer Who Knocks On Them.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

It Was But Yesterday I Thought Myself A Fragment Quivering Without Rhythm In The Sphere Of Life. Now I Know That I Am The Sphere, And All Life In Rhythmic Fragments Moves Within Me.

I Existed From All Eternity And, Behold, I Am Here; And I Shall Exist Till The End Of Time, For My Being Has No End.