From A Sensitive Woman's Heart Springs The

Every Beauty And Greatness In This World Is Created By A Single Thought Or Emotion Inside A Man. Every Thing We See Today, Made By Past Generations, Was, Before Its Appearance, A Thought In The Mind Of A Man Or An Impulse In The Heart Of A Woman.

Life Is Not Only Merriment,it Is Desire And Determination.

Who Can Depart From His Pain And Aloneness Without Regret? Too Many Fragments Of The Spirit Have I Scattered In These Streets, And Too Many Are The Children Of My Longing That Walk Naked Among These Hills, And I Cannot Withdraw From Them Without A Burden And An Ache. It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, Bit A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands... Yet I Cannot Tarry Longer.

Be Patient, For It Is From Doubt That Knowledge Is Born.

Knowledge Of The Self Is The Mother Of All Knowledge. So It Is Incumbent On Me To Know My Self, To Know It Completely, To Know Its Minutiae, Its Characteristics, Its Subtleties, And Its Very Atoms.