Thinking Is Always The Stumbling Stone To

I Had A Second Birth When My Soul And My Body Loved One Another And Were Married.

And You Would Accept The Seasons Of Your Heart Just As You Have Always Accepted That Seasons Pass Over Your Fields And You Would Watch With Serenity Through The Winters Of Your Grief.

In Truth You Owe Naught To Any Man. You Owe To All Men.

Say Not, I Have Found The Path Of The Soul Say Rather, I Have Met The Soul Walking Upon My Path.

Poverty Is A Veil That Obscures The Face Of Greatness. An Appeal Is A Mask Covering The Face Of Tribulation.