All Our Words Are But Crumbs That

They Tell Me: If You See A Slave Sleeping, Do Not Wake Him Lest He Be Dreaming Of Freedom. I Tell Them: If You See A Slave Sleeping, Wake Him And Explain To Him Freedom.

The Appearance Of Things Changes According To The Emotions; And Thus We See Magic And Beauty In Them, While The Magic And Beauty Are Really In Ourselves.

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

Conscience Is A Just But Weak Judge. Weakness Leaves It Powerless To Execute Its Judgment.

When Life Does Not Find A Singer To Sing Her Heart She Produces A Philosopher To Speak Her Mind.