And what word is knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.

Philosophy's work is finding the shortest path between two points.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.