Much Of Your Pain Is

Work Is Love Made Visible. And If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work And Sit At The Gate Of The Temple And Take Alms Of Those Who Work With Joy. For If You Bake Bread With Indifference, You Bake A Bitter Bread That Feeds But Half Man's Hunger. And If You Grudge The Crushing Of The Grapes, Your Grudge Distils A Poison In The Wine. And If You Sing Though As Angels, And Love Not The Singing, You Muffle Man's Ears To The Voices Of The Day And The Voices Of The Night.

Persecution Cannot Harm Him Who Stands By Truth. Did Not Socrates Fall Proudly A Victim In Body? Was Not Paul Stoned For The Sake Of The Truth? It Is Our Inner Selves That Hurt Us When We Disobey It, And It Kills Us When We Betray It.

The Truly Just Is He Who Feels Half Guilty Of Your Misdeeds.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth./the Archer Sees The Mark Upon The Path Of The Infinite, And He Bends You With His Might That His Arrows May Go Swift And Far.

Forgetfulness Is A Form Of Freedom.