Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets

Verily The Lust For Comfort Murders The Passion Of The Soul, And Then Walks Grinning In The Funeral.

A Traveller I Am, And A Navigator, And Everyday I Discover A New Region Within My Soul.

Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit.

Men Would Bless You Or Curse You; The Curse, A Protest Against Failure, The Blessing, A Hymn Of The Hunter Who Comes Back From The Hills With Provision For His Mate.

Said A Skunk To A Tube-rose, "see How Swiftly I Run, While You Cannot Walk Nor Even Creep." Said The Tube-rose To The Skunk, "oh, Most Noble Swift Runner, Please Run Swiftly!"