Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow

Keep Your Heart In Wonder At The Daily Miracles Of Your Life.

Let Passion Fill Your Sails, But Let Reason Be Your Rudder.

Hate Is A Dead Thing. Who Of You Would Be A Tomb?

You Shall Be Free Indeed When Your Days Are Not Without A Care, Nor Your Nights Without A Want And A Grief, But Rather When These Things Girdle Your Life And Yet You Rise Above Them Naked And Unbound.

God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.