In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.
A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.
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.
There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?