When God Created Man, He Gave Him

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You? You Who Travel With The Wind, What Weathervane Shall Direct Your Course? What Man's Law Shall Bind You If You Break Your Yoke But Upon No Man's Prison Door? What Laws Shall You Fear If You Dance But Stumble Against No Man's Iron Chains? And Who Is He That Shall Bring You To Judgment If You Tear Off Your Garment Yet Leave It In No Man's Path? People Of Orphalese, You Can Muffle The Drum, And You Can Loosen The Strings Of The Lyre, But Who Shall Command The Skylark Not To Sing?

You Have Been Told That, Even Like A Chain, You Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link. This Is But Half The Truth. You Are Also As Strong As Your Strongest Link. To Measure You By Your Smallest Deed Is To Reckon The Power Of Ocean By The Frailty Of Its Foam. To Judge You By Your Failures Is To Cast Blame Upon The Seasons For Their Inconstancy.

Many A Doctrine Is Like A Window Pane. We See Truth Through It But It Divides Us From Truth.

For What Is Prayer But The Expansion Of Your Self Into The Living Ether?

Some Think I Wink At Them When I Shut My Eyes To Avoid Their Sight.