When We Oppose The Hidden

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked.

God Has Given You A Spirit With Wings On Which To Soar Into The Spacious Firmament Of Love And Freedom. Is It Not Pitiful Than That You Cut Your Wings With Your Own Hands And Suffer Your Soul To Crawl Like An Insect Upon The Earth?

The Optimist Sees The Rose And Not Its Thorns; The Pessimist Stares At The Thorns, Oblivious To The Rose.

To Judge You By Your Failures Is To Cast Blame Upon The Seasons For Their Inconstancy.

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