“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself”

“They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.”

“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself... You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.”

“I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.”

“Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache.”

“Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets.”

“The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”