You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net. For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us.

Who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, bit a skin that I tear with my own hands... Yet I cannot tarry longer.

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

You progress not through what has been done, but reaching towards what has yet to be done.