If It Were Not For Guests All

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

I Am Bored With Gabbers And Their Gab; My Soul Abhors Them. . . . Is There Any Place Where There Is No Traffic In Empty Talk? Is There On This Earth One Who Does Not Worship Himself Talking?

Inspiration Will Always Sing; Inspiration Will Never Explain.

Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing.

I Deserted The World And Sought Solitude Because I Became Tired Of Rendering Courtesy To Those Multitudes Who Believe That Humility Is A Sort Of Weakness, And Mercy A Kind Of Cowardice, And Snobbery A Form Of Strength.