By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

Our creation is the modification of relationship.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.

Poems On Life: Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Saltwater heals, healing referring to its various forms; tears, cleanses and heals the soul; sweat, cleanses through labor; the ocean, heals in all its forms.

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.