The Veil That Clouds Your Eyes Shall

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.

The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.

Between The Shores Of The Oceans And The Summit Of The Highest Mountain Is A Secret Route That You Must Absolutely Take Before Being One With The Sons Of The Earth.

When A Man's Hand Touches The Hand Of A Woman, They Both Touch The Heart Of Eternity.

You Often Say, "i Would Give, But Only To The Deserving." The Trees In Your Orchard Say Not So, Nor The Flocks In Your Pasture. They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.