He Who Passes Not His Days In

He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly.

Generosity Is Not Giving Me That Which I Need More Than You Do, But It Is Giving Me That Which You Need More Than I Do.

For The Vision Of One Man Lends Not Its Wings To Another Man.

You Shall Be Held Down By The Chains Of Your Own Judgment.

Like Sheaves Of Corn It Gathers You Unto Itself. It Threshes You To Make You Naked. It Sifts You To Free You From Your Husks. It Grinds You To Whiteness. It Kneads You Until You Are Pliant. And Then It Assigns You To Its Sacred Fire, That You May Become Sacred Bread For God's Sacred Feast. All These Things Shall Love Do Unto You That You May Know The Secrets Of Your Heart, And In That Knowledge Become A Fragment Of Life's Heart.