A thief is a man in need. A liar is a man in fear.

And alone and without his nest shall the Eagle fly across the sun.

What is fear of need but need itself?

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another, and no sunrise finds us where left by sunset. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of that tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind to be scattered.

How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.

It is only when you are pursued that you become swift.

Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.