No One In The Entire World Is

All Is Known In The Sacredness Of Silence.

There Is No Way Into Presence Except Through A Love Exchange.

Woman Is A Ray Of God. She Is Not That Earthly Beloved: She Is Creative, Not Created.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

Appear As You Are, Or Be As You Appear.