And I Walked, I Walked Through The

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

Be Sure That Whatever You Are Is You.

In This Place Of Light: He Dares To Live Who Stops Being A Bird, Yet Beats His Wings Against The Immense Immeasurable Emptiness Of Things.

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.