If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work. "I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.

Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.

Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.

Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.

You have made me known to friends whom I knew not. You have given me seats in homes not my own. You have brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger... When one knows You, then there is no alien, and no door is shut.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.