Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent,

A Servant Wants To Be Rewarded For What He Does. A Lover Wants Only To Be In Love's Presence, That Ocean Whose Depth Will Never Be Known.

Open The Window Of Your Heart And Let The Spirit Speak

I Am Pure Light, Not Just A Fistful Of Clay. The Shell Is Not Me, I Came As The Royal Pearl Within. Look At Me Not With Outward Eye But With Inward Vision Of The Heart; Follow Me There And See How Unencumbered We Become.

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

If You Are Wholly Perplexed And In Straits, Have Patience, For Patience Is The Key To Joy.