The Lovers Of God Never Run Out

What Is The Heart? It Is Not Human And It Is Not Imaginary. I Call It You.

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

The Here-and-now Mountain Is A Tiny Piece Of A Piece Of Straw Blown Off Into Emptiness.

Practice Patience; It Is The Essence Of Praise. Have Patience, For That Is True Worship. No Other Worship Is Worth As Much. Have Patience; Patience Is The Key To All Relief.