I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.
And what word is knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?
Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.
The truly great man is he who would master no one, and who would be mastered by none.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.