All Our Words Are But Crumbs That

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?

The Feelings We Live Through In Love And In Loneliness Are Simply, For Us, What High Tide And Low Tide Are To The Sea.

For The Vision Of One Man Lends Not Its Wings To Another Man.

Then It Is Also In My Heart To Be Worthy Of Your Hate.

When You Part From Your Friend, You Grieve Not; For That Which You Love Most In Him May Be Clearer In His Absence, As The Mountain To The Climber Is Clearer From The Plain.