In the depths of your hopes and desires, lies your silent knowledge of the beyond, and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine.

Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.

The tiny flame that lights up the human heart is like a blazing torch that comes down from heaven to light up the paths of mankind. For in one soul are contained the hopes and feelings of all Mankind.

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak and even breathing would have broken them.

I AM IGNORANT of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honor and my reward.