Truth Is The Highest Virtue, But Higher

Those Who Have Loved Are Those That Have Found God

The Widow Cries Out At The Door, The Light Of My Mind Has Gone Out, O My Mother, With His Death. So Cry Out, O Soul Brides Of The Husband Lord, And Dwell On The Glorious Praises Of The True Lord.

Emotional Attachment To Maya Is Totally Painful, This Is A Bad Bargain.

Burn Worldly Love, Rub The Ashes And Make Ink Of It, Make The Heart The Pen, The Intellect The Writer, Write That Which Has No End Or Limit.

Even Kings And Emperors, With Mountains Of Property And Oceans Of Wealth - These Are Not Even Equal To An Ant, Who Does Not Forget God.