I have met the soul walking upon my path.

All this I say that you may understand not only in the mind but rather in the spirit. The mind weighs and measures but it is the spirit that reaches the heart of life and embraces the secret; and the seed of the spirit is deathless.

All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you.

I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.

I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do — for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.

We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble.