For Life And Death Are One, Even

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding. Even As The Stone Of The Fruit Must Break, That Its Heart May Stand In The Sun, So Must You Know Pain.

Some Of Our Children Are Our Justifications And Some Are But Our Regrets

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen.

My God, My Aim And My Fulfillment; I Am Thy Yesterday And Thou Are My Tomorrow. I Am They Root In The Earth And Thou Art My Flower In The Sky, And Together We Grow Before The Face Of The Sun.

Sadness Is But A Wall Between Two Gardens.