For What Is Evil But Good Tortured

You Would Measure Time The Measureless And The Immeasurable. You Would Adjust Your Conduct And Even Direct The Course Of Your Spirit According To Hours And Seasons. Of Time You Would Make A Stream Upon Whose Bank You Would Sit And Watch Its Flowing.

Only Love And Death Will Change All Things.

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.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another, And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Left By Sunset. Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel. We Are The Seeds Of That Tenacious Plant, And It Is In Our Ripeness And Our Fullness Of Heart That We Are Given To The Wind To Be Scattered.

You Are Persecuted And Despised. It Were Better That A Person Should Be The Oppressed Than That He Should Be The Oppressor; And Fitter That He Should Be A Victim To The Frailty Of Human Instincts Than That He Should Be Powerful And Crush The Flowers Of Life And Disfigure The Beauties Of Feeling With His Desire.