I Am A Weak, Ephemeral Creature Made

Three Kinds Of Souls, Three Prayers: 1) I Am A Bow In Your Hands, Lord. Draw Me, Lest I Rot. 2) Do Not Overdraw Me, Lord. I Shall Break. 3) Overdraw Me, Lord, And Who Cares If I Break.

As I Watched The Seagulls, I Thought, That's The Road To Take; Find The Absolute Rhythm And Follow It With Absolute Trust.

This Is True Happiness: To Have No Ambition And To Work Like A Horse As If You Had Every Ambition. To Live Far From Men, Not To Need Them And Yet To Love Them. To Have The Stars Above, The Land To Your Left And The Sea To Your Right And To Realize Of A Sudden That In Your Heart, Life Has Accomplished Its Final Miracle: It Has Become A Fairy Tale.

There Is No Harsher Means Of Punishment, Than To Answer Malice With Kindness.

The Truth Is That We All Are One, That All Of Us Together Create God, That God Is Not Man's Ancestor, But His Descendant.