To Belittle, You Have To Be Little.

The Tears That You Spill, The Sorrowful, Are Sweeter Than The Laughter Of Snobs And The Guffaws Of Scoffers.

And If There Come The Singers, And The Dancers And The Flute Players - Buy Of Their Gifts Also. For They Too Are Gatherers Of Fruit And Frankincense, And That Which They Bring, Though Fashioned Of Dreams, Is Raiment And Fod For Your Soul.

You Talk When You Cease To Be At Peace With Your Thoughts.

Now Let Us Play Hide And Seek. Should You Hide In My Heart It Would Not Be Difficult To Find You. But Should You Hide Behind Your Own Shell, Then It Would Be Useless For Anyone To Seek You.

You Have Your Ideology And I Have Mine.