All Our Words Are But Crumbs That

You Give But Little When You Give Of Your Possessions. It Is When You Give Of Yourself That You Truly Give.

My Yearning Is My Cup, My Burning Thirst Is My Drink, And My Solitude Is My Intoxication; I Do Not And Shall Not Quench My Thirst. But In This Burning That Is Never Extinguished Is A Joy That Never Wanes.

Our Anxiety Does Not Come From Thinking About The Future, But From Wanting To Control It.

We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities, But By Our Vision.

Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness...just As Strings Of A Lute Dance Alone Though They Quiver With The Same Music.