Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And

Hell Is Not In Torture; Hell Is In An Empty Heart.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless? But If In You Thought You Must Measure Time Into Seasons, Let Each Season Encircle All The Other Seasons, And Let Today Embrace The Past With Remembrance And The Future With Longing.

Love Is The Only Flower That Grows And Blossoms Without The Aid Of The Seasons

And If You Would Know God, Be Not Therefore A Solver Of Riddles. Rather Look About You And You Shall See Him Playing With Your Children.

No Lower Can A Man Descend Than To Interpret His Dreams Into Gold And Silver.