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Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Without Love, All Worship Is A Burden, All Dancing Is A Chore, All Music Is Mere Noise.

Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary Is Inside You.

What Is A Tiny Insignificant Seed That, When Spring Arrives, It Should Not Be Annihilated For A Tree To Arrive.

All That You Think Is Rain Is Not. Behind The Veil Angels Sometimes Weep.