Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free.

From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace and surpassing beauty in nature because none of these tries forcibly to transgress its limitations.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.

Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars. My songs are lost in their depths. Let me but soar in that sky, in its lonely immensity. Let me but cleave its clouds and spread wings in its sunshine.

I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the last human blessing.