I will plant my feet on that step where my parents put me as a child$$$ until self-evident truth comes to light.

We've died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

Your best servant is the person who does not attend so much to hearing what he himself wants as to willing what he has heard from you.

I walked around the block twice$$$ passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

The soul is "torn apart in a painful condition as long as it prefers the eternal because of its Truth but does not discard the temporal because of familiarity.

I will always carry you$$$ inside$$$ outside$$$ on my fingertips$$$ and at brain edges.

What do I love when I love my God?

Agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews.

The trouble with these people is that their cities have never been bombed and their mothers have never been told to shut up.