The harmony that holds the stars on their courses and the flesh on our bones resonates through all creation. Every sound contains its echo. Before there was humankind, or even forest, there was sound. Sound spread from the source in great circles like those formed when a stone is dropped in a pool. We follow waves of sound from life to life. A dying man’s ears will hear long after his eyes are blind. He hears the sound that leads him to his next life as the Source of All being plucks the harp of creation.

There is no disgrace in peace. There can never be dishonor in peace.

teaching meant for the hands enters most easily through the eyes.

Dreams can be relentless tyrants.

The pain we bring to others we cannot escape ourselves.

As the sun is to the earth, so Honour is to a man. without it, he will not flourish. All else may fail you, but honour is the treasure no one can take from you, the shield no one can penetrate unless you let them. Honour is beautiful and clean. Honour is sacred.

He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.