I have learned that the place where I subsist is all places, and the space I occupy is all intervals.

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

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.

I have learned that the place where I subsist is all places, and the space I occupy is all intervals.

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

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

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me that the lamp which I carry does not belong to me, and the song that I sing was not generated from within me.