Say Not, 'i Have Found The Truth,'

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding... And Could You Keep Your Heart In Wonder At The Daily Miracles Of Your Life, Your Pain Would Not Seem Less Wondrous Than Your Joy

Many A Doctrine Is Like A Window Pane. We See Truth Through It But It Divides Us From Truth.

And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?

The Most Solid Stone In The Structure Is The Lowest One In The Foundation.

Solitude Has Soft, Silky Hands, But With Strong Fingers It Grasps The Heart And Makes It Ache With Sorrow.