All Roads Lead To The Earth; The

My Entire Soul Is A Cry, And All My Work Is A Commentary On That Cry.

How Does The Light Of A Star Set Out And Plunge Into Black Eternity In Its Immortal Course? The Star Dies, But The Light Never Dies; Such Also Is The Cry Of Freedom.

You Can Knock On A Deaf Man's Door Forever.

I Said To The Almond Tree, 'sister, Speak To Me Of God.' And The Almond Tree Blossomed.

God, What Is All This Talk Put Out By The Popes? Paradise Is Here, My Good Man. God, Give Me No Other Paradise!