If Winter Should Say, 'spring Is In

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.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.

I Am One Of Those Who Believe That Spiritual Progress Is A Rule Of Human Life, But The Approach To Perfection Is Slow And Painful. If A Woman Elevates Herself In One Respect And Is Retarded In Another, It Is Because The Rough Trail That Leads To The Mountain Peak Is Not Free Of Ambushes Of Thieves And Lairs Of Wolves.

Make Me, Oh God, The Prey Of The Lion, Ere You Make The Rabbit My Prey

You May Forget With Whom You Laughed, But You Will Never Forget With Whom You Wept.