The First Thought Of God

A Look Which Reveals Inward Stress Adds More Beauty To The Face, No Matter How Much Tragedy And Pain It Bespeaks; But The Face Which, In Silence, Does Not Announce Hidden Mysteries Is Not Beautiful, Regardless Of The Symmetry Of Its Features.

Yesterday We Obeyed Kings And Bent Our Necks Before Emperors. But Today We Kneel Only To Truth, Follow Only Beauty, And Obey Only Love.

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.

Your Freedom When It Loses Its Fetters Becomes Itself The Fetter Of A Greater Freedom.

Men Would Bless You Or Curse You; The Curse, A Protest Against Failure, The Blessing, A Hymn Of The Hunter Who Comes Back From The Hills With Provision For His Mate.