Let your home be you mast and not your anchor.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.

I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.

Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

The sea that calls all things unto her cals me, and I must embark.