If A Book Isn't Self-explanatory,

I Am Two Women: One Wants To Have All The Joy, Passion And Adventure That Life Can Give Me. The Other Wants To Be A Slave To Routine, To Family Life, To The Things That Can Be Planned And Achieved. I'm A Housewife And A Prostitute, Both Of Us Living In The Same Body And Doing Battle With Each Other.

Thy Will Be Done, My Lord. Because You Know The Weakness In The Heart Of Your Children, And You Assign Each Of Them Only The Burden They Can Bear. May You Understand My Love–because It Is The Only Thing I Have That Is Really Mine, The Only Thing That I Will Be Able To Take With Me Into The Next Life. Please Allow It To Be Courageous And Pure; Please Make It Capable Of Surviving The Snares Of The World.

In His Or Her Life, Each Person Can Take One Of Two Attitudes: To Build Or To Plant. Builders May Take Years Over Their Tasks, But One Day They Will Finish What They Are Doing. Then They Will Stop, Hemmed In By Their Own Walls. Life Becomes Meaningless Once The Building Is Finished. Those Who Plant Suffer The Storms And The Seasons And Rarely Rest. Unlike A Building, A Garden Never Stops Growing. And By Its Constant Demands On The Gardner's Attentions, It Makes Of The Gardener's Life A Great Adventure.

A Warrior Of The Light Has No Regrets, Because Regrets Can Kill.

If The Whole World Is Evil, Then The Tragedy That Befell You Is Justified," She Went On. "that Would Make It Easier For You To Accept The Deaths Of Your Wife And Daughters. But If Good People Do Exist, Then, However Much You Deny It, Your Life Will Be Unbearable; Because Fate Set A Trap For You, And You Know You Didn't Deserve It. It Isn't The Light You Want To Recover, It's The Certainty That There Is Only Darkness.