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And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
And there are those who have little and give it all. These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.
Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
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.
And an old priest said, Speak to us of Religion. And he said: Have I spoken this day of aught else? Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,
Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?
