He Is A Letter To Everyone. You

Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe! Then Inwardly You Are The Great Universe.

Whatever Purifies You Is The Right Path, I Will Not Try To Define It.

Do Thou Smile Like The Rose At Loss And Gain; For The Rose, Though Its Petals Be Torn Asunder, Still Smiles On, And It Is Never Cast Down.

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.