The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.