You Can Muffle The Drum, And You

Long Were The Days Of Pain I Have Spent Within Its Walls, And Long Were The Nights Of Aloneness; And Who Can Depart From His Pain And His Aloneness Without Regret?

For Truth And The Spirit Will Abide With The Morrow.

Listen To The Women When She Looks At You, Not When She Talks To You.

The Earth Is Like A Beautiful Bride Who Needs No Manmade Jewels To Heighten Her Loveliness.

Advance, And Never Halt, For Advancing Is Perfection. Advance And Do Not Fear The Thorns In The Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.