From A Sensitive Woman's Heart

And If You Sing Though As Angels, And Love Not The Singing, You Muffle Man's Ears To The Voices Of The Day And The Voices Of The Night.

You Shall Be Held Down By The Chains Of Your Own Judgment.

We Are The Sons Of Sorrow; We Are The Poets And The Prophets And The Musicians.

Between The Shores Of The Oceans And The Summit Of The Highest Mountain Is A Secret Route That You Must Absolutely Take Before Being One With The Sons Of The Earth.

The Tiny Flame That Lights Up The Human Heart Is Like A Blazing Torch That Comes Down From Heaven To Light Up The Paths Of Mankind. For In One Soul Are Contained The Hopes And Feelings Of All Mankind.