Speak Little, Learn The Words Of Eternity.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

If The House Of The World Is Dark, Love Will Find A Way To Create Windows.

You Were Born With Wings, Why Prefer To Crawl Through Life?

If All You Can Do Is Crawl, Start Crawling.

All Religions, All This Singing, One Song. The Differences Are Just Illusion And Vanity. The Sun’s Light Looks A Little Different On This Wall Than It Does On That Wall, And A Lot Different On This Other One, But It’s Still One Light.