Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.
God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.
We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.
Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality
The soul is an embryo in the body of Man, and the day of death is the Day of awakening, for it is the Great era of labour and the rich Hour of creation.