An Eye For An Eye, And The

Sadness Is But A Wall Between Two Gardens.

Your Fear Of Death Is But The Trembling Of The Shepherd When He Stands Before The King Whose Hand Is To Be Laid Upon Him In Honour.

Your Body Is The Harp Of Your Soul And It Is Yours To Bring Forth Sweet Music From It Or Confused Sounds.

You Have Been Told That, Even Like A Chain, You Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link. This Is But Half The Truth. You Are Also As Strong As Your Strongest Link. To Measure You By Your Smallest Deed Is To Reckon The Power Of Ocean By The Frailty Of Its Foam. To Judge You By Your Failures Is To Cast Blame Upon The Seasons For Their Inconstancy.

The First Glance From The Eyes Of The Beloved Is Like The Spirit That Moved Upon The Face Of The Waters, Giving Birth To Heaven And Earth.