Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.

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

Power said to the world, "You are mine." The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, "I am thine." The world gave it the freedom of her house.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

O poor, unthinking human heart! Error will not go away, logic and reason are slow to penetrate.We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe in the weightiest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength. In the end it escapes, ripping our veins and draining our heart's blood; until, regaining consciousness, we rush to fall into snares of delusion all over again

The question and the cry 'Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance 'I am!'