If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.

A root is a flower that disdains fame.

Defeat, my defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, and we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall be dangerous

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Those to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, have not yet visited the house of their souls whose windows are open from dawn to dawn.

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.