Life has two halves: one patient and one afire. Love is the fiery half. Make me, O Lord, food for the flames.

Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed With seeds ofjasmine, lilies, and myrtle; and when they Grow above me and thrive on my body's element they will Breathe the fragrance of my heart into space.

Knowledge cultivates your seeds and does not sow in your seeds.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.

If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.

What is fear of need but need itself?

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.