Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first; Be not discouraged - keep on - there are divine things, well envelop'd; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

There will soon be no more priests... They may wait awhile, perhaps a generation or two, dropping off by degrees. A superior breed shall take their place. A new order shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest.

Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.