Love That Does Not Renew Itself Every

I Am One Of Those Who Believe That Spiritual Progress Is A Rule Of Human Life, But The Approach To Perfection Is Slow And Painful. If A Woman Elevates Herself In One Respect And Is Retarded In Another, It Is Because The Rough Trail That Leads To The Mountain Peak Is Not Free Of Ambushes Of Thieves And Lairs Of Wolves.

They Deem Me Mad Because I Will Not Sell My Days For Gold; And I Deem Them Mad Because They Think My Days Have A Price.

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

Verily The Lust For Comfort Murders The Passion Of The Soul, And Then Walks Grinning In The Funeral.