Poverty Hides Itself In Thought Before It

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

What Difference Is There Between Us, Save A Restless Dream That Follows My Soul But Fears To Come Near You?

Work Is Love Made Visible. And If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work And Sit At The Gate Of The Temple And Take Alms Of Those Who Work With Joy.

We Are The Sons Of Sorrow; We Are The Poets And The Prophets And The Musicians.

Conscience Is A Just But Weak Judge. Weakness Leaves It Powerless To Execute Its Judgment.