I Had A Second Birth When My

You Hate Jesus Because Someone From The North Country Said He Was The Son Of God. But You Hate One Another Because Each Of You Deems Himself Too Great To Be The Brother Of The Next Man.

Rebellion Without Truth Is Like Spring In A Bleak, Arid Desert.

I Learnt Silence From The Talkative

Is Not The Beautiful Moon, That Inspires Poets, The Same Moon Which Angers The Silence Of The Sea With A Terrible Roar?

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.