For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.

Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.

I want every image to be the beginning of an unseen image.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes he smiles upon the earth.

Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love has the power that dispels death; charm that conquers the enemy.