Perhaps The Earth Can Teach Us As

The Best Poet Is The Man Who Delivers Our Daily Bread: The Local Baker.

To Feel The Affection That Comes From Those Whom We Do Not Know ... Widens Out The Boundaries Of Our Being, And Unites All Living Things.

My Feet Will Want To Walk To Where You Are Sleeping But I Shall Go On Living.

There Is No Insurmountable Solitude. All Paths Lead To The Same Goal: To Convey To Others What We Are. And We Must Pass Through Solitude And Difficulty, Isolation And Silence In Order To Reach Forth To The Enchanted Place Where We Can Dance Our Clumsy Dance And Sing Our Sorrowful Song - But In This Dance Or In This Song There Are Fulfilled The Most Ancient Rites Of Our Conscience In The Awareness Of Being Human And Of Believing In A Common Destiny.

The Night Is Shattered, And The Blue Stars Shiver In The Distance.