The Creator Gives No Heed To The

And If There Come The Singers, And The Dancers And The Flute Players - Buy Of Their Gifts Also. For They Too Are Gatherers Of Fruit And Frankincense, And That Which They Bring, Though Fashioned Of Dreams, Is Raiment And Fod For Your Soul.

Women Opened The Windows Of My Eyes And The Doors Of My Spirit. Had It Not Been For The Woman-mother, The Woman-sister, And The Woman-friend, I Would Have Been Sleeping Among Those Who Seek The Tranquility Of The World With Their Snoring.

You Are Good When You Are Fully Awake In Your Speech, Yet You Are Not Evil When You Sleep While Your Tongue Staggers Without Purpose. And Even Stumbling Speech May Strengthen A Weak Tongue.

The Truly Just Is He Who Feels Half Guilty Of Your Misdeeds.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.