Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.

Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.

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

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

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

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.

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!