Verily The Lust For Comfort

Where Are You Now, My Beloved? Do You Hear My Weeping From Beyond The Ocean? Do You Understand My Need? Do You Know The Greatness Of My Patience?

Hell Is Not In Torture; Hell Is In An Empty Heart.

Is Not Dread Of Thirst When Your Well Is Full, The Thirst That Is Unquenchable?

Reason Without Learning Is Like The Untilled Soil, Or Like The Human Body That Lacks Nourishment.

Believing Is A Fine Thing, But Placing Those Beliefs Into Execution Is A Test Of Strength. Many Are Those Who Talk Like The Roar Of The Sea, Gut Their Lives Are Shallow And Stagnant, Like The Rotting Marshes. Many Are Those Who Lift Their Heads Above The Mountain Tops, But Their Spirits Remain Dormant In The Obscurity Of The Caverns.