Be Patient, For It Is

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

The Philosopher's Soul Dwells In His Head, The Poet's Soul Is In His Heart; The Singer's Soul Lingers About His Throat, But The Soul Of The Dancer Abides In All Her Body.

He Who Is More Mindful Of One, Loses The Love And The Faith Of Both.

When You Reach The End Of What You Should Know, You Will Be At The Beginning Of What You Should Sense.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth.