Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow

Seek Not The Depths Of Your Knowledge With Staff Or Sounding Line. For Self Is A Sea Boundless And Measureless.

Our God, Who Art Our Winged Self, It Is Thy Will In Us That Willeth. It Is Thy Desire In Us That Desireth. It Is Thy Urge In Us That Would Turn Our Nights, Which Are Thine, Into Days Which Are Thine Also. We Cannot Ask Thee For Aught, For Thou Knowest Our Needs Before They Are Born In Us: Thou Art Our Need; And In Giving Us More Of Thyself Thou Givest Us All.

Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish As Arguing With A Drunkard.

We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities, But By Our Vision.

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.