The Shepherd Will Deny The Diseased Lamb

I Would Tell You More Of Him, But How Shall I? When Love Becomes Vast Love Becomes Wordless. And When Memory Is Overladen It Seeks The Silent Deep.

There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.

Prayer Is The Song Of The Heart. It Reaches The Ear Of God Even If It Is Mingled With The Cry And The Tumult Of A Thousand Men.

Faith Is An Oasis In The Heart Which Will Never Be Reached By The Caravan Of Thinking.

Reason Is Not Like The Goods Sold In The Market Places--the More Plentiful They Are, The Less They Are Worth. Reason's Worth Waxes With Her Abundance. But Were She Sold In The Market, It Is Only The Wise Man Who Would Understand Her True Value.