He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow

Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel.

The Thirst Of Soul Is Sweeter Than The Wine Of Material Things, And The Fear Of Spirit Is Dearer Than The Security Of The Body.

Progress Lies Not In Enhancing What Is, But In Advancing Toward What Will Be.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.