Life Unfolds Itself In Mysteries Ways.

I Slept And I Dreamed That Life Is All Joy. I Woke And I Saw That Life Is All Service. I Served And I Saw That Service Is Joy.

The Feelings We Live Through In Love And In Loneliness Are Simply, For Us, What High Tide And Low Tide Are To The Sea.

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

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

A Root Is A Flower That Disdains Fame.