Prayer Is The Song Of The Heart.

Strange That Creatures Without Backbones Have The Hardest Shells.

And How Shall You Punish Those Whose Remorse Is Already Greater Than Their Misdeeds?

I Am Bored With Gabbers And Their Gab; My Soul Abhors Them. . . . Is There Any Place Where There Is No Traffic In Empty Talk? Is There On This Earth One Who Does Not Worship Himself Talking?

Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving.

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