And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.

We try to realize the essential unity of the world with the conscious soul of man; we learn to perceive the unity held together by the one Eternal Spirit, whose power creates the earth, the sky, and the stars, and at the same time irradiates our mind.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?