The Song Of The Voice Is Sweet,

If I Accept The Sunshine And Warmth, Then I Must Also Accept The Thunder And Lightning.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

And If You Would Know God, Be Not Therefore A Solver Of Riddles. Rather Look About You And You Shall See Him Playing With Your Children.

Advance, And Never Halt, For Advancing Is Perfection. Advance And Do Not Fear The Thorns In The Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.

You Shall Be Free Indeed When Your Days Are Not Without A Care, Nor Your Nights Without A Want And A Grief, But Rather When These Things Girdle Your Life And Yet You Rise Above Them Naked And Unbound.