I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.
You are the way and the wayfarers.
Only when a juggler misses catching his ball does he appeal to me.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving.