We are betrayed by what is false within
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
Speech is the small change of silence.
The man who has no mind of his own lends it to the priests.