Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.

Seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.

He who does not prefer exile to slavery is not free by any measure of freedom, truth and duty.

Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.