Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!

A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.

One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.