God In The Form Of The Saint,

Men Are Like Pillow-cases. The Colour Of One May Be Red, That Of Another Blue, And That Of The Third Black; But All Contain The Same Cotton Within. So It Is With Man; One Is Beautiful, Another Is Ugly, A Third Holy, And A Fourth Wicked; But The Divine Being Dwells In Them All.

Live Like A Mud-fish: Its Skin Is Bright And Shiny Even Though It Lives In Mud.

The Breeze Of Grace Is Always Blowing; Set Your Sail To Catch That Breeze.

When An Unbaked Pot Is Broken, The Potter Can Use The Mud To Make A New One; But When A Baked One Is Broken, He Cannot Do The Same Any Longer. So When A Person Dies In A State Of Ignorance, He Is Born Again; But When He Becomes Well Baked In The Fire Of True Knowledge And Dies A Perfect Man, He Is Not Born Again.

As A Boy Holding To A Post Or A Pillar Whirls About It With Headlong Speed Without Any Fear Or Falling, So Perform Your Worldly Duties, Fixing Your Hold Firmly Upon God, And You Will Be Free From Danger.