The Soul Has Been Given Its Own

A Wealth You Cannot Imagine Flows Through You. Do Not Consider What Strangers Say. Be Secluded In Your Secret Heart-house, That Bowl Of Silence.

Find The Sweetness In Your Own Heart, Then You May Find The Sweetness In Every Heart.

In The Desire Of The One To Know Himself, We Exist.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.