Which Of You Would Be Silent -

We Fear Death, Yet We Long For Slumber And Beautiful Dreams.

And When You Have Reached The Mountain Top, Then You Shall Begin To Climb.

For Thought Is A Bird Of Space, That In A Cage Of Words May Indeed Unfold Its Wings But Cannot Fly.

Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But Don't Blame It For Telling The Trees.

The Thirst Of Soul Is Sweeter Than The Wine Of Material Things, And The Fear Of Spirit Is Dearer Than The Security Of The Body.