We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.

Poetry is not the opinion stated. It is a song that appears instead of a bloody wound or a smiling mouth.

Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.

Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Humanity looks upon Jesus the Nazarene as a poor-born Who suffered misery and humiliation with all of the weak. And He is pitied, for Humanity believes He was crucified painfully. . . . And all that Humanity offers to Him is crying and wailing and lamentation. For centuries Humanity has been worshiping weakness in the person of the Savior. The Nazarene was not weak! He was strong and is strong! But the people refuse to heed the true meaning of strength.

Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return... Forget not that I shall come back to you... A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.