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

I go — as others already crucified have gone. And think not we are weary of crucifixion. For we must be crucified by larger and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.

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

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

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

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