...unless The Exchange Be In Love And

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another, And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Left By Sunset. Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel. We Are The Seeds Of That Tenacious Plant, And It Is In Our Ripeness And Our Fullness Of Heart That We Are Given To The Wind To Be Scattered.

The Universe Is My Country And The Human Family Is My Tribe.

Yet You Shall Not Deplore Having Known Blindness, Nor Regret Having Been Deaf. For In That Day You Shall Know The Hidden Purposes In All Things. And You Shall Bless Darkness As You Would Bless Light.

If The Grandfather Of The Grandfather Of Jesus Had Known What Was Hidden Within Him, He Would Have Stood Humble And Awe-struck Before His Soul.

You May Give Them Your Love But Not Your Thoughts, For They Have Their Own Thoughts. You May House Their Bodies But Not Their Souls, For Their Souls Dwell In The House Of Tomorrow, Which You Cannot Visit, Not Even In Your Dreams.