And Only The Sure Of Foot Can

Your Life Is An Island Separated From All Other Islands And Continents. Regardless Of How Many Boats You Send To Other Shores Or How Many Ships Arrive Upon Your Shores, You Yourself Are An Island Separated By Its Own Pains, Secluded In Its Happiness

I Would Tell You More Of Him, But How Shall I? When Love Becomes Vast Love Becomes Wordless. And When Memory Is Overladen It Seeks The Silent Deep.

Whoever Would Be A Teacher Of Men Let Him Begin By Teaching Himself Before Teaching Others; And Let Him Teach By Example Before Teaching By Word. For He Who Teaches Himself And Rectifies His Own Ways Is More Deserving Of Respect And Reverence Than He Who Would Teach Others And Rectify Their Ways.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep.

Forgetfulness Is A Form Of Freedom.