History Does Not Repeat Itself Except In

When You Work You Are A Flute Through Whose Heart The Whispering Of The Hours Turns To Music. Which Of You Would Be A Reed, Dumb And Silent, When All Else Sings Together In Unison?

If You Sing Of Beauty Though Alone In The Heart Of The Desert You Will Have An Audience.

Passionate Love Is A Quenchless Thirst.

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.