They say if one understands himself, he understands all people. But I say to you, when one loves people, he learns something about himself.

I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.

I have met the soul walking upon my path.

Does the song of the sea end at the shore or in the hearts of those who listen to it?

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. The speech they weave is a link between you and your human siblings. The consequences that cause sorrow and rapture are the seeds that the past has sown in the field of the soul, and by which the future shall profit.

The wind may blow and then cease, and the sea shall swell and then weary, but the heart of life is a sphere quiet and serene, and the star that shines therein is fixed for evermore.