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

Cast aside those who liken godliness to whimsy and who try to combine their greed for wealth with their desire for a happy afterlife.

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

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

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 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.

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