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

[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

A lamp can only light another lamp when it continues to burn in its own flame.

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

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