Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain... When you are joyous look deep into your heart and you will find that it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.