Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
As one's gifts increase, his friends decrease.
Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.
These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret.
Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?