And now?
These brambles I once thought lay dried up on the earth, and could never get up to the top of the palm-tree where the dates ripen, but a bird flew by, and picked up the berries, and carried them into its nest at the highest point of the tree.
"Who can point out the road that another will take, and say to-day, 'To-morrow I shall find him thus and not otherwise.' "We fools flee into the desert in order to forget the world, and the world pursues us and clings to our skirts.

Where are the shears that are keen enough to cut the shadow from beneath our feet?
What is the prayer that can effectually release us--born of the flesh--from the burden of the flesh?
My Redeemer, Thou Only One, who knowest it, teach it to me, the basest of the base.".