Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked.

When You Are Sorrowful, Look Again.

Work Is Love Made Visable.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth.

If In The Twilight Of Memory We Should Meet Once More,we Shall Speak Again Together And You Shall Sing To Me A Deeper Song. And If Our Hands Should Meet In Another Dream We Shall Build Another Tower In The Sky.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.