To display his eternal attributes in their inexhaustible variety, the Lord made the green fields of time and space.

In every veil you see, the Divine Beauty is concealed, making every heart a slave to him. In love to him the heart finds its life; in desire for him the soul finds its happiness. The heart which loves a fair one here, though it knows it not, is really his lover.

Everyone has their own ways of expression. I believe we all have a lot to say, but finding ways to say it is more than half the battle.

An anomaly has his own ambitions. You can try reasoning with him, but that's like using money to bribe a beast.

I'm a peasant
I'm the muzhik
A pest you're destined to play the music
And yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'm
Indebted to rest respecting it truly

The power of hope! Even a lack of ambition can, for a time, pay off as a necessary facet, as long as hope outweighs it.