If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
Jesus was not sent here to teach the people to build magnificent churches and temples amidst the cold wretched huts and dismal hovels. He came to make the human heart a temple, and the soul an altar, and the mind a priest.
I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.
He who understands you is greater kin to you than your own brother. For even your own kindred neither understand you nor know your true worth.
But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit? Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars?
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear - a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.