There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.
This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.
'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!
Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.
Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.
Light will someday split you open