Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe!

I Am An Ark In The Swift Flood Of Time, And My Companions, A Fellowship. Who Throws In With Us Sails Into Light.

Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

Indeed Envy Is A Defect; Worse Than Any Other.

There Are Many Ways To The Divine. I Have Chosen The Ways Of Song, Dance, And Laughter.

What A Relief To Be Empty! Then God Can Live Your Life.