Is Not The Beautiful Moon,

Faith Is An Oasis In The Heart Which Will Never Be Reached By The Caravan Of Thinking.

Generosity Is Giving More Than You Can, And Pride Is Taking Less Than You Need.

O Love, Whose Lordly Hand Has Bridled My Desires, And Raised My Hunger And My Thirst To Dignity And Pride, Let Not The Strong In Me And The Constant Eat The Bread Or Drink The Wine That Tempt My Weaker Self. Let Me Rather Starve, And Let My Heart Parch With Thirst, And Let Me Die And Perish, Ere I Stretch My Hand To A Cup You Did Not Fill, Or A Bowl You Did Not Bless.

Verily The Kindness That Gazes Upon Itself In A Mirror Turns To Stone, And A Good Deed That Calls Itself By Tender Names Becomes The Parent To A Curse.

In Truth You Owe Naught To Any Man. You Owe To All Men.