Only love and death will change all things.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth./The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
To be closer to god, be closer to people.
The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?