On each race is laid the duty to keep alight its own lamp of mind as its part in the illumination of the world. To break the lamp of any people into deprive it of its rightful place in the world festival.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air

I am able to love my God because He gives me freedom to deny Him.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.