Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down

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.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark. In effect, the people who change our lives the most begin to sing to us while we are still in darkness. If we listen to their song, we will see the dawning of a new part of ourselves.

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.

The force of arms only reveals man s weakness.