In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun

Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I'm very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

I am happy even before I have a reason.