As One's Gifts Increase, His

Your Joy Can Fill You Only As Deeply As Your Sorrow Has Carved You.

Love Is The Veil Between Lover And Lover.

Wailing And Lamentation Befit Those Who Stand Before The Throne Of Life And Depart Without Leaving In Its Hands A Drop Of The Sweat Of Their Brows Or The Blood Of Their Hearts.

He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly.

I Existed From All Eternity And, Behold, I Am Here; And I Shall Exist Till The End Of Time, For My Being Has No End.