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

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

Only those return to Eternity Who on earth seek out Eternity.

Your saying 'I do not understand you' is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice.