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Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

Life Has Two Halves: One Patient And One Afire. Love Is The Fiery Half. Make Me, O Lord, Food For The Flames.

That Which Seems Most Feeble And Bewildered In You Is The Strongest And Most Determined. Is It Not Your Breath That Has Erected And Hardened The Structure Of Your Bones?

Wailing And Lamentation Befit Those Who Stand Before The Throne Of Life And Depart Without Leaving In Its Hands A Drop Of The Sweat Of Their Brows Or The Blood Of Their Hearts.

If You Reveal Your Secrets To The Wind, You Should Not Blame The Wind For Revealing Them To The Trees.