Greed Makes Man Blind And Foolish, And

Every Prophet And Every Saint Has A Way, But All Lead To God. All Ways Are Really One.

If You Knew The Secret Of Life, You Too Would Choose No Other Companion But Love.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

When You Lose All Sense Of Self The Bonds Of A Thousands Chains Will Vanish. Lose Yourself Completely, Return To The Root Of The Root Of Your Own Soul.

If You Don't Try To Fly And So Break Yourself Apart, You Will Be Broken Open By Death, When It's Too Late For All You Could Become.