You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.

There is a place where words are born of silence.

A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you.

Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.

Sometimes the shadow stays next to the Light. Sometimes it disappears into the Light

Remember God so much that you are forgotten.