The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul,

If All You Can Do Is Crawl, Start Crawling.

The Desire To Know Your Own Soul Will End All Other Desires.

Someone Who Goes With A Half A Loaf Of Bread To A Small Place That Fits Like A Nest Around Him, Someone Who Wants No More, Who Is Not Himself Longed For By Anyone Else. He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

I Drank That Wine Of Which The Soul Is Its Vessel. Its Ecstasy Has Stolen My Intellect Away. A Light Came And Kindled A Flame In The Depth Of My Soul. A Light So Radiant That The Sun Orbits Around It Like A Butterfly.

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.