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

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

Let your bending in the Archer's hand be for gladness, for even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable.

My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.

And alone and without his nest shall the Eagle fly across the sun.

The best love come from the heart, not from the mouth.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. Doubt is a foundling unhappy and astray, and though his own mother who gave him birth should find him and enfold him, he would withdraw in caution and in fear.