In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.

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.

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

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

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