If Your Heart Is A Volcano, How

You Work That You May Keep Peace With The Earth And The Soul Of The Earth.

I Deserted The World And Sought Solitude Because I Became Tired Of Rendering Courtesy To Those Multitudes Who Believe That Humility Is A Sort Of Weakness, And Mercy A Kind Of Cowardice, And Snobbery A Form Of Strength.

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

The Snow And The Storm Destroy The Flower; But Its Seed They Cannot Kill.

Poverty Is A Veil That Obscures The Face Of Greatness. An Appeal Is A Mask Covering The Face Of Tribulation.