Thinking Is Always The Stumbling

Vague And Nebulous Is The Beginning Of All Things, But Not Their End.

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

In The Mouth Of Society Are Many Diseased Teeth, Decayed To The Bones Of The Jaws. But Society Makes No Effort To Have Them Extracted And Be Rid Of The Affliction. It Contents Itself With Gold Fillings.

Passionate Love Is A Quenchless Thirst.

And If There Come The Singers, And The Dancers And The Flute Players - Buy Of Their Gifts Also. For They Too Are Gatherers Of Fruit And Frankincense, And That Which They Bring, Though Fashioned Of Dreams, Is Raiment And Fod For Your Soul.