He is short-sighted who looks only on the path he treads and the wall on which he leans.

Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

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

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Am I less man because I believe in a greater man?