Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

Have you not learned the most in your life from those with whom you disagreed - those who saw it differently from you?

Will you seek afar off? You surely come back at last, In things best known to you, finding the best, or as good as the best, In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest; Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place-not for another hour, but this hour.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!