A root is a flower that disdains fame.

God made Truth with many doors to welcome every believer who knocks on them.

Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality

And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.

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?

Our pain carves out a larger space for love to fill.

Then a lawyer said, But what of our laws, master? And he answered: 'You delight in laying down laws. Yet you delight more in breaking them.