Go Where We May, Rest Where We

Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which All Heavenly Virtues Shoot.

Bastard Freedom Waves Her Fustian Flag In Mockery Over Slaves.

A Soul Mate Is Someone To Whom We Feel Profoundly Connected, As Though The Communication And Communing That Take Place Between Us Were Not The Product Of Intentional Efforts, But Rather A Divine Grace. This Kind Of Relationship Is So Important To The Soul That Many Have Said There Is Nothing More Precious In Life.

A Pretty Wife Is Something For The Fastidious Vanity Of A Roue To Retire Upon.

How Many Times Do We Lose An Occasion For Soul Work By Leaping Ahead To Final Solutions Without Pausing To Savor The Undertones? We Are A Radically Bottom-line Society, Eager To Act And To End Tension, And Thus We Lose Opportunities To Know Ourselves For Our Motives And Our Secrets.