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A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?
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.
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.
