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

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.

Light will someday split you open

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.