Love Is From The Infinite,

The Prophets Accept All Agony And Trust It For The Water Has Never Feared The Fire.

Whoever's Calm And Sensible Is Insane!

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.

Love Is The Sea Where Intellect Drowns.

We Owe Thankfulness To God, Not Sour Faces.