We Are Suffering From Too

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward.

Wolf's Wool Is The Best Of Wool, / But It Cannot Be Sheared Because / The Wolf Will Not Comply.

The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

The Self Does Not Realize Itself Most Fully When Self-realization Is Its Most Constant Aim.

We Are What We Were At Birth, And Each Trait Has Remained In Conformity With Earth's And With Heaven's Logic: Be The Devil's Tool, Resort To Black Magic, None Can Diverge From The Ends Which Heaven Foreordained.