The Snow And The Storm Destroy The

Long Were The Days Of Pain I Have Spent Within Its Walls, And Long Were The Nights Of Aloneness; And Who Can Depart From His Pain And His Aloneness Without Regret?

My God, My Aim And My Fulfillment; I Am Thy Yesterday And Thou Are My Tomorrow. I Am They Root In The Earth And Thou Art My Flower In The Sky, And Together We Grow Before The Face Of The Sun.

A Little Knowledge That Acts Is Worth Infinitely More Than Much Knowledge That Is Idle.

Keep Me Away From The Wisdom Which Does Not Cry, The Philosophy Which Does Not Laugh And The Greatness Which Does Not Bow Before Children.

The Brooks Flow To Their Lover, The Sea, And The Flowers Smile At The Object Of Their Passion, The Light. The Mist Rolls Down To Its Beloved, The Valley. And I? In Me Is What Brooks Do Not Know, What Flowers Do Not Hear, What The Mist Does Not Apprehend. You See Me Alone In My Love, Solitary In My Yearning.