A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.