To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers,

Oh My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is A Shell, The Rest Belongs To Love.

Every Moment Is Made Glorious By The Light Of Love.

Everything That Is Made Beautiful And Fair And Lovely Is Made For The Eye Of One Who Sees.

A Pearl Goes Up For Auction. No One Has Enough, So The Pearl Buys Itself.

If Your Knowledge Of Fire Has Been Turned To Certainty By Words Alone, Then Seek To Be Cooked By The Fire Itself. Don't Abide In Borrowed Certainty. There Is No Real Certainty Until You Burn; If You Wish For This, Sit Down In The Fire.