Maktub" (it Is Written.)

We Must Love Because We Are Loved By God. We Must Be Conscious Of Death If We Are To Have A Proper Understanding Of Life. We Must Struggle In Order To Grow, But Without Falling Into The Trap Of The Power We Gain Through That Struggle, Because We Know That Power Is Worthless. Finally, We Must Accept That Our Eternal Soul Is, At This Moment, Caught In The Web Of Time With All Its Opportunities And Its Limitations.

When We Can Do Nothing Else, We Can Still Love, Without Expecting Any Reward Or Change Or Gratitude.

Life Always Waits For Some Crisis To Occur Before Revealing Itself At Its Most Brilliant.

This Is For You,' He (the Alchemist) Said, Holding One Of The Parts (of Gold) Out To The Monk. 'it's For Your Generosity To The Pilgrims.' 'but This Payment Goes Well Beyond My Generosity,' The Monk Responded. 'don't Say That Again. Life Might Be Listening, And Give You Less The Next Time.

But He Knows That No Man Is An Island.