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

That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined. Is it not your breath that has erected and hardened the structure of your bones?

Death changes nothing but the mask that covers our faces.

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.

And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. Doubt is a foundling unhappy and astray, and though his own mother who gave him birth should find him and enfold him, he would withdraw in caution and in fear.

My proof convinces the ignorant, and the wise man's proof convinces me. But he whose reasoning falls between wisdom and ignorance, I neither can convince him, nor can he convince me.