Your Soul Is Oftentimes A Battlefield, Upon

For Even As Love Crowns You So Shall He Crucify You. Even As He Is For Your Growth So Is He For Your Pruning. Even As He Ascends To Your Height And Caresses Your Tenderest Branches That Quiver In The Sun, So Shall He Descend To Your Roots And Shake Them In Their Clinging To The Earth.

You Shall Be Held Down By The Chains Of Your Own Judgment.

The Fool Sees Naught But Folly; And The Madman Only Madness. Yesterday I Asked A Foolish Man To Count The Fools Among Us. He Laughed And Said, "this Is Too Hard A Thing To Do, And It Will Take Too Long. Were It Not Better To Count Only The Wise?"

Have You Not Heard Of The Man Who Was Digging In The Earth For Roots And Found A Treasure?

The Truly Just Is He Who Feels Half Guilty Of Your Misdeeds.