Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing

O Tongue You Are An Endless Treasure. O Tongue, You Are Also An Endless Disease.

The World Is Like A Courtroom, With God As Our Judge. We Are Called Upon To Fulfill Our Covenant With God, Who Asked, "am I Not Your Lord?" To Which We Answered, "yea." And Since Here On Earth We Are On Trial, Our Every Word And Action Form The Witness To And The Evidence Of That Agreement.

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning Is A New Arrival. A Joy, A Depression, A Meanness, Some Momentary Awareness Comes As An Unexpected Visitor...welcome And Entertain Them All. Treat Each Guest Honorably. The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In. Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

Our Greatest Strength Lies In The Gentleness And Tenderness Of Our Heart.

The Spiritual Path Wrecks The Body And Afterwards Restores It To Health. It Destroys The House To Unearth The Treasure, And With That Treasure Builds It Better Than Before.