For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. Solitude is the ally of sorry as well as a companion of spiritual exaltation.

Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun?

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore.You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.