The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life-while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.

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

We are limited, not by our abilities, but by our vision.

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.