Love Gives Naught But Itself And Takes

It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, But A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands.

Your House Is Your Larger Body.

Much Of Your Pain Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self.

He Was Gentle, Like A Man Mindful Of His Own Strength. In My Dreams I Beheld The Kings Of The Earth Standing In Awe In His Presence.

Let Us Disperse From Our Aloofness And Serve The Weak Who Made Us Strong, And Cleanse The Country In Which We Live. Let Us Teach This Miserable Nation To Smile And Rejoice With Heaven's Bounty And Glory Of Life And Freedom.