Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

Birth and Death are the two noblest expressions of bravery.

Let your home be you mast and not your anchor.

Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar of the sea, gut their lives are shallow and stagnant, like the rotting marshes. Many are those who lift their heads above the mountain tops, but their spirits remain dormant in the obscurity of the caverns.