Rest, Rest At The Heart's Core .

All Earth's Full Rivers Can Not Fillthe Sea That Drinking Thirsteth Still.

As A Tree My Sin Stands To Darken All Lands; Death Is The Fruit It Bore.

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

For There Is No Friend Like A Sister In Calm Or Stormy Weather.

Who Has Seen The Wind? Neither You Nor I But When The Trees Bow Down Their Heads, The Wind Is Passing By.