Every thought I have imprisoned in expression I must free by my deeds.
Knowledge cultivates your seeds and does not sow in your seeds.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
Say not, 'I have found the truth', but rather, 'I have found a truth'.
What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?