The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

Come Dance with Me , come dance.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

When all your desires are distilled; You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I'm very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred... Now is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but grace.