Your Body Is The Harp Of The

Do Not Fear The Thorns In Your Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.

How Beautiful To Find A Heart That Loves You, Without Asking You For Anything, But To Be Okay.

The Song Of The Voice Is Sweet, But The Song Of The Heart Is The Pure Voice Of Heaven.

No Man Can Reveal To You Aught But That Which Already Lies Half Asleep In The Dawning Of Your Knowledge. The Teacher Who Walks In The Shadow Of The Temple, Among His Followers, Gives Not Of His Wisdom But Rather Of His Faith And His Lovingness. If He Is Indeed Wise He Does Not Bid You Enter The House Of His Wisdom, But Rather Leads You To The Threshold Of Your Own Mind.

I Learnt Silence From The Talkative