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.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.
A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.
There is no caste in blood.
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!