What The Soul Is To The Body,

For Me, Religiosity Is ... The Constant Remembrance Of The Presence Of The Soul.

Many Things Can Wait. Children Cannot. Today Their Bones Are Being Formed, Their Blood Is Being Made, Their Senses Are Being Developed. To Them We Cannot Say "tomorrow." Their Name Is Today.

All Night I Have Suffered; All Night My Flesh Has Trembled To Bring Forth Its Gift. The Sweat Of Death Is On My Forehead; But It Is Not Death, It Is Life!

The Poet Is An Untier Of Knots, And Love Without Words Is A Knot, And It Drowns.

Speech Is Our Second Possession, After The Soul-and Perhaps We Have No Other Possession In This World.