We Ignore The Gods And Fill Our

The Only Journey Is The One Within.

Love Is Something Difficult And It Is More Difficult Than Other Things Because In Other Conflicts Nature Herself Enjoins Men To Collect Themselves, To Take Themselves Firmly In The Hand With All Their Strength, While In The Heightening Of Love The Impulse Is To Give Oneself Wholly Away.

... Be Indulgent Toward Those Who ... Are Afraid Of The Aloneness That You Trust.

We Are The Bees Of The Invisible. We Madly Gather The Honey Of The Visible To Store It In The Great Golden Hive Of The Invisible.

No One Can Advise And Help You, No One. There Is Only One Way: Go Within.