To Know The Pain Of

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

And That Which Sings And Contemplates In You Is Still Dwelling Within The Bounds Of That First Moment Which Scattered The Stars Into Space.

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

Let Passion Fill Your Sails, But Let Reason Be Your Rudder.

For Life Goes Not Backward, Nor Tarries With Yesterday.