Beauty Shall Rise With The

You Are Your Own Forerunner, And The Towers You Have Builded Are But The Foundation Of Your Giant-self. And That Self Too Shall Be A Foundation.

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.

Prayer Is The Song Of The Heart. It Reaches The Ear Of God Even If It Is Mingled With The Cry And The Tumult Of A Thousand Men.

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.

Man Struggles To Find Life Outside Himself, Unaware That The Life He Is Seeking Is Within Him.