The Winds Of Grace Are Always Blowing,

God Cannot Be Realizxd If There Is The Slightest Trace Of Pride.

All Troubles Come To An End When The Ego Dies

The Fabled Musk Deer Searches The World Over For The Source Of The Scent Which Comes From Itself.

An Ocean Of Bliss May Rain Down From The Heavens, But If You Hold Up Only A Thimble, That Is All You Receive

The Winds Of Grace Blow All The Time. All We Need To Do Is Set Our Sails.