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

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

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.

I have met the soul walking upon my path.

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

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 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.