All you have shall some day be given. Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors.

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

There is within me a friend who consoles me every time that troubles overwhelm me and misfortunes afflict me. The man who does not feel friendship towards himself is a public enemy, and he who finds no confidant within himself will die of despair. For life streams out of man's inner self and in no way from what surrounds him.

And if there come the singers, and the dancers and the flute players - buy of their gifts also. For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and fod for your soul.

Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?

How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.