If You Are Pleased With What You

Someone Who Knows Enough To Become The Owner Of A Tree, And Gives Thanks To You For The Benefits It Brings Him, Is In A Better State, Even If Ignorant Of Its Height In Feet And The Extent Of Its Spread, Than Another Who Measures And Counts All Its Branches But Neither Owns It Nor Knows Its Creator Nor Loves Him.

No One Can Begin A New Life, Unless He Repent Of The Old.

Since Love Grows Within You, So Beauty Grows. For Love Is The Beauty Of The Soul.

For So It Is, O Lord My God, I Measure It! But What It Is I Measure, I Do Not Know.

Who Would Not Shudder If He Were Given The Choice Of Eternal Death Or Life Again As A Child ? Who Would Not Choose To Die ?