Only The Soul Knows What Love Is.

The Branch Might Seem Like The Fruit's Origin: In Fact, The Branch Exist Because Of The Fruit.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Forget The Future. I'd Worship Someone Who Could Do That.

To Become Spiritual, You Must Die To Self, And Come Alive In The Lord. Only Then Will The Mysteries Of God Fall From Your Lips. To Die To Self Through Self-discipline Causes Suffering But Brings You Everlasting Life.

Work On Your Stony Qualities And Become Resplendent Like The Ruby. Practice Self-denial And Accept Difficulty. Always See Infinite Life In Letting The Self Die. Your Stoniness Will Decrease; Your Ruby Nature Will Grow. The Signs Of Self-existence Will Leave Your Body, And Ecstasy Will Take You Over.