Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.

Which of you would be silent - when all else sings together in unison?

The silence of the envious is too noisy.

You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.

The power to Love is God's greatest gift to man, For it never will be taken from the Blessed one who loves.

That deed which in our guilt we today call weakness, will appear tomorrow as an essential link in the complete chain of Man.