I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my food prnts, And the wind will blow away the foam, But the sea and the shore will remain forver

If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.

Conscience is a just but weak judge. Weakness leaves it powerless to execute its judgment.

If you would behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.

Sayings remain meaningless until they are embodied in habits.

A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.