As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.

I Once Heard A Learned Man Say, "every Evil Has Its Remedy, Except Folly. To Reprimand An Obstinate Fool Or To Preach To A Dolt Is Like Writing Upon The Water. Christ Healed The Blind, The Halt, The Palsied, And The Leprous. But The Fool He Could Not Cure."

Is Not The Beautiful Moon, That Inspires Poets, The Same Moon Which Angers The Silence Of The Sea With A Terrible Roar?

One Day You Will Ask Me Which Is More Important? My Life Or Yours? I Will Say Mine And You Will Walk Away Not Knowing That You Are My Life.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You?

Let Your Bending In The Archer's Hand Be For Gladness, For Even As He Loves The Arrow That Flies, So He Loves Also The Bow That Is Stable.