The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.
I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.
Love gives nothing but itself, and takes nothing but from itself. Love does not possess, nor would it be possessed. And do not think that you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
Art is a step from nature toward the Infinite.
All that spirits desire, spirits attain.