The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The

Life Has Two Halves: One Patient And One Afire. Love Is The Fiery Half. Make Me, O Lord, Food For The Flames.

When You See A Man Led To Prison Say In Your Heart, "mayhap He Is Escaping From A Narrower Prison." And When You See A Man Drunken Say In Your Heart, "mayhap He Sought Escape From Something Still More Unbeautiful.

If We Were To All Sit In A Circle And Confess Our Sins, We Would Laugh At Each Other For Lack Of Originality.

A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights.