He Who Loses His Mother

Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness...just As Strings Of A Lute Dance Alone Though They Quiver With The Same Music.

Art Is A Step From What Is Obvious And Well-known Toward What Is Arcane And Concealed.

I Slept And I Dreamed That Life Is All Joy. I Woke And I Saw That Life Is All Service. I Served And I Saw That Service Is Joy.

You Talk When You Cease To Be At Peace With Your Thoughts.

Wisdom Stands At The Turn In The Road And Calls Upon Us Publicly, But We Consider It False And Despise Its Adherents.