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

let your soul exalt your reason to the height ofpassion, that it may sing; And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

Hell is not in torture; Hell is in an empty heart..

And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may livethrough its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.