“For what is prayer but the expansion of your self into the living ether?”

“And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.”

“Much of your pain is self-chosen.”

“The self same well from which your laughs rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.”

“Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self.”

“A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.”

“It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.”