A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.

I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.

Why dispute what we shall be, when we know not even what we are.

How distant I am from people when I am with them, and how close when they are far away.

Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings.

When I planted my pain in the field of patience it bore fruit of happiness.