“The self same well from which your laughs rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.”

“And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.”

“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.And how else can it be?The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”

“The selfsame well from which your laughter now rises was once filled with your tears... The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”

“Think about it. The selfsame well from which your laughter now rises was once filled with your tears. How else can it be? The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”

“Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.”

“Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.And it is well that you should.The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;and the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.For self is a sea boundless and measureless.”