Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow

A Voice Cannot Carry The Tongue And The Lips That Gave It Wings. Alone Must It Seek The Ether. And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen.

The Truly Just Is He Who Feels Half Guilty Of Your Misdeeds.

Seek Ye Counsel Of The Aged For Their Eyes Have Looked On The Faces Of The Years And Their Ears Have Hardened To The Voices Of Life. Even If Their Counsel Is Displeasing To You, Pay Heed To Them.