Behind The Veil Of Each Night, There

Love Is A Gracious Host To His Guests Though To The Unbidden His House Is A Mirage And A Mockery.

Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel.

There Is Within Me A Friend Who Consoles Me Every Time That Troubles Overwhelm Me And Misfortunes Afflict Me. The Man Who Does Not Feel Friendship Towards Himself Is A Public Enemy, And He Who Finds No Confidant Within Himself Will Die Of Despair. For Life Streams Out Of Man's Inner Self And In No Way From What Surrounds Him.

Love Passes By Us, Robed In Meekness; But We Flee From Her In Fear, Or Hide In The Darkness; Or Else Pursue Her, To Do Evil In Her Name.

Out Of Suffering Have Emerged The Strongest Souls; The Most Massive Characters Are Seared With Scars.