Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you?

We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.

You work that you may keep peace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me never to delight in praise or to be distressed by reproach. Before my Soul taught me, I doubted the value of my accomplishments until the passing days sent someone who would extol or disparage them. But now I know that trees blossom in the spring and give their fruits in the summer without any desire for accolades. And they scatter their leaves abroad in the fall and denude themselves in the winter without fear of reproof.

The teacher gives not of his wisdom, but rather of his faith and lovingness.