Wash The Dust From Your Soul And

The Heart Is Cooking A Pot Of Food For You. Be Patient Until It Is Cooked

When You Are Dead, Seek For Your Resting Place Not In The Earth, But In The Hearts Of Men.

Who Says The Eternal Being Does Not Exist? Who Says The Sun Has Gone Out? Someone Who Climbs Up On The Roof And Closes His Eyes Tight, And Says, I Don't See Anything.

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

Stop Learning. Start Knowing