Believing is one thing, doing another.
Many talk like the sea but their lives are stagnant marshes.
Others raise their heads above the mountain tops, while their souls cling to the dark walls of caves
Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
Life kisses us on both cheeks, Day and morn, But laughs at our deeds, Eve and dawn
To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the ocean by the frailty of its foam, To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconsistencies.
Yesterday is but todays memory and tomorrow is todays dream.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.