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.

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

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.

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.

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.

What do the nationalists say about killers punishing murderers and thieves sentencing looters?