When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.

The envier praises me unknowingly.

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

Yet you shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf. For in that day you shall know the hidden purposes in all things. And you shall bless darkness as you would bless light.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labor a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born.

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.