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.

Joy lives concealed in grief.

Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!

Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.

I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.

Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot, feel me in the firmness under you.

If Light Is In Your Heart You Will Find Your Way Home.