Our Anxiety Does Not Come From Thinking

What The Soul Knows Is Often Unknown To The Man Who Has A Soul. We Are Infinitely More Than We Think.

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

The Tears That You Spill, The Sorrowful, Are Sweeter Than The Laughter Of Snobs And The Guffaws Of Scoffers.

Give Your Hearts, But Not Into Each Other's Keeping. For Only The Hand Of Life Can Contain Your Hearts. And Stand Together Yet Not Too Near Together: For The Pillars Of The Temple Stand Apart, And The Oak Tree And The Cypress Grow Not In Each Other's Shadow.

Music Is The Language Of The Spirit. It Opens The Secret Of Life Bringing Peace, Abolishing Strife.