The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

You Hate Jesus Because Someone From The North Country Said He Was The Son Of God. But You Hate One Another Because Each Of You Deems Himself Too Great To Be The Brother Of The Next Man.

And If You Would Know God, Be Not Therefore A Solver Of Riddles. Rather Look About You And You Shall See Him Playing With Your Children. And Look Into Space; You Shall See Him Walking In The Cloud, Outstretching His Arms In The Lightning And Descending In Rain. You Shall See Him Smiling In Flowers, Then Rising And Waving His Hands In Trees.

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

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me Never To Delight In Praise Or To Be Distressed By Reproach. Before My Soul Taught Me, I Doubted The Value Of My Accomplishments Until The Passing Days Sent Someone Who Would Extol Or Disparage Them. But Now I Know That Trees Blossom In The Spring And Give Their Fruits In The Summer Without Any Desire For Accolades. And They Scatter Their Leaves Abroad In The Fall And Denude Themselves In The Winter Without Fear Of Reproof.

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful.