Is Not Dread Of Thirst When Your

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy. [for Without Sorrow How Would You Know What Joy Is? Contrast Provides Peceptive Clarity]

Saying This, He Turned His Head Toward The Window As If He Were Trying To Solve The Problems Of Human Existence By Concentrating On The Beauty Of The Universe.

The Best Of Man Is He Who Blushes When You Praise Him And Remains Silent When You Defame Him.

Wailing And Lamentation Befit Those Who Stand Before The Throne Of Life And Depart Without Leaving In Its Hands A Drop Of The Sweat Of Their Brows Or The Blood Of Their Hearts.

Your House Is Your Larger Body. It Grows In The Sun And Sleeps In The Stillness Of The Night; And It Is Not Dreamless. Does Not Your House Dream, And Dreaming, Leave The City For Grove Or Hilltop?