Let your home be you mast and not your anchor.

That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined. Is it not your breath that has erected and hardened the structure of your bones?

A minute moving among the patterns of beauty and the dreams of love is greater and more precious than an age filled with splendor granted by the weak to the strong.

Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?

You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.

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.