For In Truth It Is Life That

Do Not Keep Crying When Your Love Has Been Gone. You Only Need Smile Because He Had Been Given You The Opportunity To Meet Someone Who Is Better.

Your Fear Of Death Is But The Trembling Of The Shepherd When He Stands Before The King Whose Hand Is To Be Laid Upon Him In Honour.

One May Not Reach The Dawn Save By Path Of Night.

I Love You When You Bow In Your Mosque, Kneel In Your Temple, Pray In Your Church. For You And I Are Sons Of One Religion, And It Is The Spirit.

Your House Is Your Larger Body. It Grows In The Sun And Sleeps In The Stillness Of The Night; And It Is Not Dreamless. Does Not Your House Dream, And Dreaming, Leave The City For Grove Or Hilltop?