Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown.

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.