Were There No Men Of Vision, All

Know Mankind Well, Don't Degrade Every Man As Evil, And Don't Exalt Every Man Thinking He Is Good. He Who Cannot Discover Himself; Cannot Discover The World.

Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All Nightand Never Sees The Horse That Is Beneath Him

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

Yesterday Is Gone And Took Away Its Tale. Today We Must Live A Fresh Story Again.