Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountaintop,then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shal claim your limbs,then shall you truly dance.

You are far, far greater than you know - and all is well.

Disagreement may be the shortest cut between two minds.