You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.

Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

Everyone turns toward someone. Look for one scarred by the King's polo stick.

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

Earth tries to work sorcery on us, saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, but we outwit that spell by enjoying this now.

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.