“That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.”
“Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.”
“Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till by broad spreading, it disperses to naught.”
“I tell you naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher.”
“The body's ills are the least of ills, for they end only in death, which is but a little thing. But if the spirit dies, then all is lost.”
“Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir.My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.”