When you are born, your work is placed in your heart.

All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you.

...unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

We who love Him beheld Him with these our eyes which He made to see; and we touched Him with these our hands which He taught to reach forth.

When you are born, your work is placed in your heart.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.