Awake Asleep Ought To Be

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

Tis Easy To Break An Idol, Very Easy: To Regard The Self As Easy To Subdue Is Folly, Folly.

When You See Anyone Complaining Of Such And Such A Person's Ill-nature And Bad Temper, Know That The Complainant Is Bad-tempered, Forasmuch As He Speaks Ill Of That Bad-tempered Person, Because He Alone Is Good-tempered Who Is Quietly Forbearing Towards The Bad-tempered And Ill-natured.

What Hurts You, Blesses You. Darkness Is Your Candle.

Once We Were Particles Of Light, Now We Are Beings Of Light, Radiating Love.