You can't cross a sea by merely staring into the water.

The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

The spirit of rejection finds its support in the consciousness of separateness; the spirit of acceptance finds its base in the consciousness of unity.

The world speaks to me in colors, my soul answers in music.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

The problem is not how to wipe out all differences, but how to unite with all differences intact.