Life is weaker than Death and Death is weaker than Truth.

Yea, death and prison we mete out To small offenders of the laws, While honor, wealth, and full respect On greater pirates we bestow. To steal a flower we call mean. To rob a field is chivalry; Who kills the body he must die, Who kills the spirit he goes free.

We who love Him beheld Him with these our eyes which He made to see; and we touched Him with these our hands which He taught to reach forth.

The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.

And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles. Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.

A root is a flower that disdains fame.