Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

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

Give me an ear and I will give you a Voice.