All Language Is A Longing For Home.

Love Is Such A Vast Sea, It Has Neither Edges Nor Ends Nor Corners.

I Searched For God And Found Only Myself. I Searched For Myself And Found Only God.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

On A Day When The Wind Is Perfect, The Sail Just Needs To Open And The World Is Full Of Beauty. Today Is Such A Day.

I Didn't Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can't Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.