Your Life Is An Island Separated From

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Nobler Than Retreat To Tranquility. The Butterfly That Hovers Around The Lamp Until It Dies Is More Admirable Than The Mole That Lives In A Dark Tunnel.

And One Of The Elders Of The City , Said , Speak To Us Of Good And Evil. And He Answered : You Are Good In Countless Ways , And You Are Not Evil When You Are Not Good .

A Look Which Reveals Inward Stress Adds More Beauty To The Face, No Matter How Much Tragedy And Pain It Bespeaks; But The Face Which, In Silence, Does Not Announce Hidden Mysteries Is Not Beautiful, Regardless Of The Symmetry Of Its Features.

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.

Who Among You Does Not Feel That His Power To Love Is Boundless? And Yet Who Does Not Feel That Very Love, Though Boundless, Encompassed Within The Center Of His Being, And Moving Not From Love Thought To Love Thought, Nor From Love Deeds To Other Love Deeds?