Your House Is Your Larger Body.

Love Is A Gracious Host To His Guests Though To The Unbidden His House Is A Mirage And A Mockery.

Happiness Is A Vine That Takes Root And Grows Within The Heart, Never Outside It.

He Who Does Not Prefer Exile To Slavery Is Not Free By Any Measure Of Freedom, Truth And Duty.

The Very Strength That Protects The Heart From Injury Is The Strength That Prevents The Heart From Enlarging To Its Intended Greatness Within. The Song Of The Voice Is Sweet, But The Song Of The Heart Is The Pure Voice Of Heaven.

Wisdom Ceases To Be Wisdom When It Becomes Too Proud To Weep, Too Grave To Laugh, And Too Selfish To Seek Other Than Itself.