You cannot laugh and be unkind at the same time
Death changes nothing but the mask that covers our faces.
Even while the Earth sleeps we travel.
And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.
Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
But now I have learned to listen to silence. To hear its choirs singing the song of ages, chanting the hymns of space, and disclosing the secrets of eternity.