All People On The Planet Are Children,

From Cane Reeds, Sugar. From A Worm's Cocoon, Silk. Be Patient If You Can, And From Sour Grapes Will Come Something Sweet.

Heart Be Brave. If You Cannot Be Brave, Just Go. Love's Glory Is Not A Small Thing.

Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not From Those Other Jars.

Awe Is The Salve That Will Heal Our Eyes.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.