Marriage Is Like A Temple Resting On

Life Has Two Halves: One Patient And One Afire. Love Is The Fiery Half. Make Me, O Lord, Food For The Flames.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth./the Archer Sees The Mark Upon The Path Of The Infinite, And He Bends You With His Might That His Arrows May Go Swift And Far.

Your Confidence In The People, And Your Doubt About Them, Are Closely Related To Your Self-confidence And Your Self-doubt.

And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

I Have Pondered Long, And I Know Now That Only The Pure Of Heart Forgive The Thirst That Leads To Dead Waters. And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.