How Often Have You Sailed In My

Your Children Are Not Your Children. They Are The Sons And Daughters Of Life's Longing For Itself. They Came Through You But Not From You And Though They Are With You Yet They Belong Not To You.

We Who Love Him Beheld Him With These Our Eyes Which He Made To See; And We Touched Him With These Our Hands Which He Taught To Reach Forth.

When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

There Are Those Who Give Little Of The Much Which They Have - And They Give It For Recognition And Their Hidden Desire Makes Their Gifts Unwholesome.

If Your Heart Is A Volcano, How Shall You Expect Flowers To Bloom?