We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities,

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

I Wash My Hands Of Those Who Imagine Chattering To Be Knowledge, Silence To Be Ignorance, And Affection To Be Art.

Knowledge Cultivates Your Seeds And Does Not Sow In Your Seeds.

Art Is A Step From What Is Obvious And Well-known Toward What Is Arcane And Concealed.

He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly.