As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.

Make Me, Oh God, The Prey Of The Lion, Ere You Make The Rabbit My Prey

If A Man Loses A Dear Friend, He Looks Around And Sees Many Friends Come To Console And Comfort Him. If A Man Loses His Wealth, After A Little Thought He Will Realize That The Delight That Came From Wealth Will Be Restored By Finding More. Thus He Forgets His Loss And Is Consoled. But If A Man's Heart Is Deprived Of Peace, Where Will He Find It Again, How Will He Replace It?

Hate Is A Dead Thing. Who Of You Would Be A Tomb?

Rest In Reason. Move In Passion.

Why Dispute What We Shall Be, When We Know Not Even What We Are.