You suppose you are the trouble But you are the cure You suppose that you are the lock on the door But you are the key that opens it It's too bad that you want to be someone else You don't see your own face, your own beauty Yet, no face is more beautiful than yours.
Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .
Patience is the key to joy.
Place a padlock on your throat and hide the key.
Carry the burden smilingly and cheerfully, because patience is the key to victory.
One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.
If you are wholly perplexed and in straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy.
Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.