Wherever You Stand, Be The Soul Of

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.

Oh Lovers, Where Are You Going? Who Are You Looking For? Your Beloved Is Right Here.

Every Leaf That Grows Will Tell You: What You Sow Will Bear Fruit, So If You Have Any Sense My Friend, Don't Plant Anything But Love.

Whosoever Knoweth The Power Of The Dance, Dwelleth In God.

If You Love Someone, You Are Always Joined With Them--in Joy, In Absence, In Solitude, In Strife.