Generosity is not giving me that which I need more than you do, but it is giving me that which you need more than I do.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may livethrough its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.

Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?