Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.

My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

To barter and lose is better than not to go forth.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.