If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more,we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.