Honor is the inner garment of the Soul; the first thing put on by it with the flesh, and the last it layeth down at its separation from it.
AkhenatonThough thou art far away, thy rays are on Earth; Though thou art in their faces, no one knows thy going.
AkhenatonAs a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the waves disturbeth him not. He raiseth his head like a tower on a hill, and the arrows of fortune drop at his feet. In the instant of danger, the courage of his heart here, and scorn to fly.
AkhenatonThe lips of the wise are as the doors of a cabinet; no sooner are they opened, but treasures are poured out before thee.
Akhenaton