For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

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

Let ignorance reproduce itself until it is weary of its own offspring.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.

Every beauty and greatness in this world is created by a single thought or emotion inside a man. Every thing we see today, made by past generations, was, before its appearance, a thought in the mind of a man or an impulse in the heart of a woman.

And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may livethrough its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

Like sheaves of corn it gathers you unto itself. It threshes you to make you naked. It sifts you to free you from your husks. It grinds you to whiteness. It kneads you until you are pliant. And then it assigns you to its sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's Heart.