Many A Doctrine Is Like

He Who Wears His Morality But As His Best Garment Were Better Naked. The Wind And The Sun Will Tear No Holes In His Skin.

I Have Learned Silence From The Talkative, Toleration From The Intolerant, And Kindness From The Unkind; Yet, Strange, I Am Ungrateful To Those Teachers.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

Love That Does Not Renew Itself Every Day Becomes A Habit And In Turn A Slavery.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep.