Fear Of The Devil Is

I Have Learned Silence From The Talkative, Toleration From The Intolerant, And Kindness From The Unkind; Yet, Strange, I Am Ungrateful To Those Teachers.

The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

In Friendship Let There Be Laughter And Sharing Of Pleasures.

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

At Ebb Tide I Wrote A Line Upon The Sand, And Gave It All My Heart And All My Soul. At Flood Tide I Returned To Read What I Had Inscribed And Found My Ignorance Upon The Shore.